I'm at my parents house over my winter break, and I was going through some of my old stuff... Well I came across some pictures of the first person I loved, and... well, I just felt everything again. Part of it could be that he's now dating the person I was best friends with in high school (who is an awful person to her very core), and part of it could be that the only other boyfriend I've had since him was an emotionally abusive and highly unstable alcoholic. I'm just wondering what you guys think about this... Do you think you ever really stop loving someone if you truly loved them? Or does that love just take a different form?
Also, sorry I got a little ranty about my own personal situation. Just trying to explain how I came to thinking about this.