It was over thirty years ago when I said goodbye to my first love under the ancient city wall. It was a bittersweet moment, filled with both sadness and longing. Although we parted ways that day and never saw each other again, the memory of her has stayed with me all these years.
I still remember the way she looked, with her long dark hair and sparkling eyes. We met when we were both young and naive, full of hope and dreams for the future. We spent countless hours talking about everything under the sun, and I felt like I had found my soulmate.
But as we all know, life doesn't always go as planned. Our paths diverged, and we had to say goodbye. I felt a deep sense of loss and regret, but also a strange sense of freedom. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could focus on myself and my own goals.
Looking back on that day under the city wall, I realize that it was a defining moment in my life. It taught me the value of love and loss, and showed me that even the most beautiful things in life can be fleeting. But it also taught me the importance of cherishing the memories we make along the way, and holding onto them for as long as we can.
In the end, I am grateful for the time I spent with my first love, and for the lessons she taught me. Although we may never meet again, the memory of her will always hold a special place in my heart.