In a sense stella, you were my first love. Love doesn’t need to be romantic or mean a relationship. Because we had love, first love. We were each other’s first best friend. We grew up together. Your family calls me one of their own. Or at least they did before it happened. Sometimes I wonder if I had sent some petty fake apology as soon as it happened if things would be different. Maybe we would still spend every day together and be each other’s family. I guess not. You gave me my first trauma, and I still haven’t recovered. First love .