That’s the tragedy of growing up – knowing you’ll run out of feeling something new for the first time. The sad thing is, you get only so much of the moments, a handful of them if you’re lucky — and then you spend the rest of your life turning them in your head.

I think that’s why you meant as much to me as you did, that’s why I held on for so long. I didn’t know it back then but you were the last time I would ever feel anything new.