i had "loves" before you. but, in the end, those were mere crushes, inklings of insignificance, results of my high school boredom. you were something else; a cacophony of tumultuous joys and aches, crashing over me all at once in a blinding haze of... love? you were the first who i truly loved. i'm not quite sure how to make you understand, but you made me feel like red wine, calm with a tinge of excitement always threatening to burst off the tongue, bitter but so much so that you cannot help but yearn for more. perhaps i'm being too descriptive. maybe i just need to say it. i love you.