Romantic fools that we are,
we make a fuss over a child's first crush.
We smile, we giggle, and we sigh.
"First love! Isn't it wonderful?"

Well, yes, it is.
It's the second most wonderful thing in the world.
But, romantic fools that we are,
we forget that the love that matters most...

...is the last.

"Last" can sound scary.
"Last" makes you think of "Until death us do part."
"Last" means you know you'll never want anyone else.
Does this scare you?
It scares me.

But what scares me more
is not having a last love at all.
What scares me more
is thinking that my last love is past.
What scares me most
is thinking.

But if I feel,
if I feel the warmth of her presence,
if I feel the tenderness in her eyes,
I need not feel the fear
of a love that never was.

And freed of that fear,
romantic fool that I am,
perhaps I can face a future
with a love that someday may be.
a love with which I may feel,
and a love with which I may think.
a love which will go on...

...a love which will be my last.