I think the first love is well over-rated! I think so much has been written throughout history about the first love precisely because it is the most identifiable one. Many more can happen, but the first will always be just one.

How could anyone ever write about the last love? How could one know it is the last? Of the last love we can only have a glimpse, in a moment of tragedy maybe… And sometimes, not knowing it is the last, we desire with all our blood and guts that it may in fact be, or that it had been the last, only to honor our companion, only to do her justice and, by so doing, try to tell her one last time how much loved she was.

My sweet Lea, I’m young still, and maybe you won’t be my last love… But I just want you to know that I would have loved it if you could have been... I miss you…