I think that your first love is especially hard to get over in a lot of ways. In my case, those ways are like a lot of other people's first loves. You loved them, or you think you loved them. In some cases, you gave way too much for way too little. In my case, you love a person that isn't who you thought they were. In any case, moving on from a first love, especially one where you are not in any type of control of your own self, is a difficult task.
I try to think how long it's been since things went bad way back when, but I always have to tell myself it isn't worth it. But there are always little reminders. A necklace that you can't throw away because it signifys a little more that a relationship. A ring that you hold on to, even though it is broken. Memories that don't fade with time.
Is it worth holding onto those things? No, probably not.
After a lot of time and a lot of thinking, you think I would have put the past behind me. It's hard to do. Someday, it will happen. There will be a day where I don't look back and cringe with disgust; at myself and the other person. Today is not that day. Tomorrow doesn't look so good either. But someday.
Luckily, I have someone in my life that helps me get through the bad memories. Someone who helps me understand that my past certainly does not define me in any manner; that someone else's opinon of me does not affect me as a person. He helps me move past the anger, the sadness, the insecurity that I have because of the past.
Am I over my first love? You bet.
Am I over the emotional damage that happened? Not quite yet.
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