My first love has no gender identifier, although it is often referred to in the female. She is harsh and cruel, beautiful and demanding, comforting and loving, all at the same time. Her demand for perfection must be answered.
She will take not only your heart but your body as well. You will sacrifice your very being at the alter of her beauty. She will give back naught but pain, longing, and lonesomeness.
The illusion of weightlessness a love for her provides is par for the course of loving her. The ability to appear weightless and graceful are the only ways to please her. Beauty and physical perfection will also win you favor with her.
She is a cruel mistress, but if you give her your all, she will give it all to you!
My first love? Yeah I have lots of memories of her. Not everyone can say their first love was a part of their lives for as long as I can. My first love involves nothing more than a satin shoe with either cork or paper mache in the toe. My first love will always be ballet.
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