They always say the first heart break is the hardest, and honestly - I agree. I've had a hard time ever accepting that because I've never really been in love, but that doesn't mean my heart hasn't been broken. Because it has. A lot.
And who is to say what love is?
Love can happen so fast, and leave even quicker. But the lasting effects, the feelings left with us after all said and done - those can't be defined by one simple word, "love", but by a million different things that contradict each other and make no sense.
It doesn't matter who broke you. Because your head can tell you that things WEREN'T supposed to work - that this is for the best, and you KNOW THAT, and like I said: it doesn't matter. It aches all the same. Because the first break really does hurt the most - it kind of just destroys the picture you have in your head, and leaves an ache that just can't be pushed aside. And it kind of lingers there for everything that comes afterwards.