All of my break-ups- some inevitable, some absolutely explosive- became part of Shadowed Summer's Nan Burkett. She's an attention-hound of the first sort- drinking spiked lemonade in the middle of the day, wearing eye-catching clothes- and showing up to her longtime ex-boyfriend's funeral decked out in full widow gear.
Now, I do wonder what happened to my first love from time to time. And I admit, occasionally, I trawl the Internet, trying to figure out where he ended up.
I'm happy and settled - but my inner-Nan carries a Havisham torch. She'd definitely stand in a torrential downpour, holding a boombox above her head, trying to get his attention. Fortunately, she only lives on paper, and I'm doing just fine.
First love, wherever you are- I promise, you're safe.