My First Love

I met my first love when I was about 15. I never could be able to let go since then. People said that you were way too old for me, but I didn't care, I still choose to stay hopelessly in love with you. Staying at the back of my mind quietly, but constantly. I have decided that it shall just remain a dream and I was contented that it remains a dream, a desire sometimes bordering on obsession. It is such a painful relationship.
Just when I have learn to let go, it comes back to haunt me. I am glad that it did! After fifteen years, my first love, is finally truly mine.
Will elaborate tomorrow. I am too tired. First loves are overwhelming things.