Nothing hurts quite as much as losing your first love

Having your heart broken for the first time by the very first person you loved is the closest I've ever felt to actual physical pain caused by an emotion. Especially when you loved them with the power of a thousands suns, a million oceans and everything within your soul that transcended time and space.

The pain in my chest felt like my heart was literally broken. I couldn't breathe, eat, sleep or function for a very long time.

It was the first and only time I allowed myself to be consumed by such powerful feelings for someone. It was the first and last time I ever had my heart broken.

25 years later and I have never loved like that again.

Edit: I should add, I moved on and got over my first love. I loved again, I have had a good life. I don't miss him at all. But that organ-crushing heartbreak is something you never forget.