Heaven Built on Hell

We all have one true love that we spend the rest of our live with, but once upon of time we all had our first love. For some people the first love stayed and became the one and only true love, but for others it would be a lesson learned for the future. What is important is what we take with us from that experience and how we will apply it later on in life. I shall never forget my first love because he gave me the ability to smile again in times when our lives were not guaranted. He was the artist and I was the blank canvas, with every stroke of his brush I was changed, shaped, and colored into who I am today. When I was sixteen years old I met him in the mists of the Balkan wars. Back then, we were both lost and scared looking for something, only to find out that we were looking for each other . Immediately, we became the story of one soul that was split in two by God and brought back together here on Earth. Our love was born in the gray winter night, but blossomed with the early spring flowers. The days we spend together seemed so short, but time did not seemed to pass when he was so far away from me. He was one of the smartest people I have ever met, he wanted to know everything and anything. Sometime I think that the world was at the palm of his hands. I wanted to see myself like that, smart and interested in the unknown. Another way he changed me was with his will. He was the kind of person who was always on the go, there was never a moment where it was boring. He always said that there is not enough time in the day and we should always try to do as much as possible. I used to be very lazy before I met him, but he killed my laziness. Now I am the pro-active person who is always doing something. His biggest contribution to who I am today was he made me believe I am worthy of love. It was st . Valentines day and I did not expect anything, for it was not an Orthodox celebration . I will never forget what he did that day, that brings a smile to my face till this day. He told me that he needs help with his homework, so I went to his house. I walked in his house as usual, without knocking. Then, I teared up as soon as I saw the rose petals on the floor that led me to him. There he was in the living room with that old guitar , playing and singing “ Don't you cry ” by Guns and Roses. We were not sure of our future, as the bombs and bullets were flying above our heads , but we were sure of our love. There was no tomorrow for the two of us, there was only now and now was happiness forever. I know now that it was ironic that it was such a sad time for all, but for us it was heaven built on hell and I took that heaven with me everywhere I go because I am his artwork.