Ever the naive hopeless romantic, I have always believed that love happens once and so the term first love tends to not make much sense for men like me. Now I realize that it does and if you use rationale (which I am always accused of employing too often) you see why it is so. There are probably very few who do not want to attain their first love but it is the lucky few who can. For all others there is no other choice but to take the plunge again.
Whatever may happen the first love remains special - perhaps it is because it was the first time that we see imperfections in someone as more dear to us than all things perfect. We believe sub-consciously that he/she is the most amazingly special and unique person. Sadly it is somewhat exaggerated perhaps and somewhat of an illusion as we discover one day when we fall in love again. Perhaps, at a sub conscious level, the impression forever remains and, whoever may come into our lives subsequently, we cannot manage to remove that first impression on our hearts making the first love hard to forget or transcend.
I have a similar example to give but it being related to sci-fi and robots will spoil the mood.. so I will refrain from telling it and end this here :)
