Dixiedeedoo

“Everyone says your first love hurts the most,” she said. “But they must not have fallen in love a second time.” I looked at her, so broken and cold. She was fiddling with the dirt under her nails just to keep her hands busy. “Why do you say that?” She shuddered a little and tried to bring her jacket closer around her body. “You have your guard up the second time. It’s not so easy to let someone in,” she explained. “But eventually you do. And no matter what lessons you thought you learned from the first time, they all fade away when he looks at you and says he would never hurt you.” She met my eyes for a split second before looking up at the stars. I could see tears pooling in them, and her blue eyes resembled a roaring ocean. “But he will. He did. And then, you’re left all alone again, with even more scar tissue than you had to begin with.”