First time you reached out to hold hands. First time you realized your lips are actually touching someone else’s. The first time you felt a burning desire for someone. The uncontrollable first love, when absence seems impossible. Or, when you discovered you are becoming a parent for the very first time.
First times are magical moments. Like stations in the journey of life, where time ceased to exist.
It’s 2:06 a.m. on a Monday morning. The whole house is asleep. My headphones playing Nouvelle Vague station on Pandora. I’m writing these words