Nothing else will do

I think of love loving and being loved and I have no guide except one. A brief time in my life when for the first and only time I was in love. What a strange occurrence to be that open that truthful to another person. To lay my heart out open and venerable for another to take and do with as they will. I had felt love before but there was nothing like this. It was a single incident in my life that altered me forever.
From that moment in time I knew what true love was for me, I had found myself to a point where I was able to bring myself to another. Mask off heart and self revealed all my pain and joy exposed to another and I was in love for the very first time.
That love lasted briefly as sometimes first loves do. Hearts that open can only take so much that emotions bring and in those emotions my heart was broken. Like birds hearts must be held gently and mine was crushed in the excitement of rapture, joy and sorrow.
I spent a few days in tears my love trying to consol me, attempting to heal my broken heat but it would not. We stayed together for a time but it was over. All that was left was to say goodbye. We still talk sometimes; I keep close the music of that time. In my years I look for such a love again preparing myself again to be open vulnerable and in love uncompromising in the knowledge I have felt true love and wish to fell it again, noting else will do.