The flames of first love are volatile, consuming everything in its path, becoming the experience of a lifetime. The same was true with ours. He was my first love, my only love... and I was his. I first met him in high school, and love hit me hard, slamming into me with its all-consuming flames engulfing my heart. We were too young to fall in love, too young to experience anything so powerful... but we did. We had dated through...