The first sight that I saw today: the grey light illuminating my bedroom.
The first sound that I heard today: the neighbor dog barking.
The first scent I smelled today: the faint scent of the incense that I burned last night.
The first sensation I felt today: the feeling of my muscles being stretched.

When I woke up, I saw the shadows all around my room, the light from my window was not a bright pinkish color, like you see in all the perfect films, it was a greyish color. The color was dull yet full of life, and a new day. At first, the color brought me down and led me to do nothing for most of the day, but as the day went on and I remembered that I woke up pretty great, I was able to accomplish things. This mornings light that shone through the cracks of my blinds brought light into my bedroom and told me that it was time to accomplish something today. I feel good about today, this memorial day. The sky may have been dreary as I woke up, but later on, it because beautiful. Everything must get worse before it gets better.

The most precious thing I lost was the most important thing to a woman, her virginity. At the time, I loved the man I was with, we were together for around a year, and we've known each other for maybe 2 years-including the time I dated him. I met him in school and I shared everything with him.
My virginity came along with my first strongest feeling of love, and that was painful-extremely painful-when I lost the person I felt it towards. I can remember very many details and him and I both hurt each other, and some things that dealt with his family prevented him from staying in the state. The thing that made him break up with me was his views. It was painful, that he broke up with me because of his friends, his siblings, and that I was being clingy. I was clingy because I could feel us drifting apart, but oh well. After we broke up, it was hard. I kept contacting him and the we got together under the radar of school and everyone else. We were dating, just friends with benefits. I did it because I loved him, he did it because he said we were physically compatible-that's all.
Thinking back on it now, I don't regret that I loved him, or that I experienced my first love with him. Sometimes I wish I could have loved him without losing anything. It happens though, you can't control it.
That was the most precious thing I've lost, and I don't want to experience losing another loved one to anything-especially the person whom I feel strongly about now.