I thought everything was perfect. I thought what we had would evolve into a holy, Christian relationship. But things didn't turn out that way.

I'm not quite sure what happened, but I literally came home from vacation to find myself no longer in love. I thought this was the end of everything, and I could just move on without any pain- just cut the red ribbon that had tied my heart to his for so long.

Turns out that wasn't the case, and July began a very long process of letting go, pulling back, and finally, crying my first love away. It had been a long process.

What made me let go? Things seemed like they were going fine. There was nothing wrong with being very good friends, and flirting, or so people said. Yet I was so emotionally entangled in something, and when I experienced an entire week without thinking about him, I was liberated.

Then I fell back into the same routine of talking to him all the time, and he became the number one in my thoughts. The hard part came when I had to recognize that this was not the right thing to do. I had to let go, for the both of us. The relationship wasn't leading me to Christ, as I had less time for God because I had him. I was letting my good days become about him, and my bad days were determined by his behaviour.

So I said goodbye. I didn't talk to him, and I let myself re-build my life without him. We are still friends, and I wish him all the best. Now I can finally move on, let him move on, and open a new chapter of my life.

I have finally gotten over my first love, and I have learned so much.