<P>The people we love are thieves. They steal our hearts. They steal our breath. They steal our sanity. And we let them. Over and over and over again.</P><P>They say you never forget your first love.</P><P>Mine was a homeless musician who wandered straight into my soul.</p><P>He was my first everything. And fourteen years later I still can't get him out of my head.</P><P>He broke all my rules. He also broke my heart.</P><P>I watched him climb to stardom cheering him on from afar. But I was never a fan; just a girl in love.</p><P>Like a tornado he spiraled leaving a path of destruction in his wake.</p><P>But love conquers all right? It has to. Because here I stand ravaged and ruined needing it to be true.</P><P>We can't go back but I want to. Back to the park. Back to when he sang only for me. Before he was famous. Before he shattered my heart.</p><P>I thought I knew everything about him. But I could not have been more wrong.</P><P>He promised me every tomorrow. And here I am waiting.</P><P>And hoping.</P><P>Again.</P><P><I>Contains mature themes.</I></P>