The first break ups are always the ones that changes you the most. And no, I’m not talking about those flings or one sided relationships. I’m talking about you loving the other person so fucking much you would do anything for them. There’s just something about the first breakup that snaps you out of your ideal fairytale relationships. It shows you the truth of life and how tough love can be. In a way, you mature out of it. You gain more perspective and visualization on love and life as a whole. So I guess what I’m trying to say is, treasure your first breakup.. it changes you.