When I was 18, I met my first love. I opened up completely and gave all of myself. Our relationship lasted 3.5 years. We went back and forth. There were cheating and beatings. In the midst of it, there were beautiful days, I clung to those moments every time. The guy made me confident and made me love myself. For that I'm grateful to him. I waited and believed he would change. But people don't change. Only priorities and circumstances change. Deep down, he was a good man. I'll remember him as the funniest man I ever met. We broke up two years ago. I was already married. I gave birth to a daughter, even though the doctors said I couldn't have children. I love my husband very much. But this first love I will never forget. The two loves are very different and I love both.....