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It was a long day- seemingly endless. Adia wondered if it would ever end- seeing it as one of her worst days of existence. She always imagined love- just like life- would end abruptly. But she never thought the pain would be melancholy, sickening to the taste buds, and overwhelmingly hopeless. She was only 17, after all. They said she would find someone else- but she was dubious about that wisdom. Falling in love wasn't like eatting a meal- expecting to have it again soon. It was like a cold glass of lemonade on a June day, and you were sooo dehydrated that you couldn't resist. First loves weren't just a coin toss in the air- knowing it would come down with a second chance at trying for the right side. It was so much more then anything she had ever felt. 

 In more ways then one, she wished that he hadn't lied to her, hadn't betrayed her feelings for him. It didn't matter how he felt about her-- she just wanted him to be honest.

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She turned off her celphone

"Adia!" A man's voice she loved to hear. But not today, of course. Her father knocked on the door again. "Adia? You've been in the bathroom for an hour now, come out and tell your dad what's up?" Adia sighed again and stopped her athletic mascara from running down the other cheek with a wet wipe. Rinsing her face with cold water again, she called out, "I know, dad! Just one of 'those' days." She heard him step back and walk down the stairs to the living room TV. His second marriage was to Mrs. Flatscreen, able to be silenced with a remote. Adia missed her mom so much. Mom would know what to do! She looked down at the SMS she received an hour earlier, "ADIA. IT IS OVER. JIM. SORRY. WITH JANET NOW." Her fingers shook as she stopped herself again and again from phoning the asshole or sending him a reply. And her so-called 'best' friend in the whole wide world? Screw her! I bet that's what Joe's doing right now, she thought. She dried her eyes and went downstairs for a tall, ice-cold glass of lemonade. Her mom and dad were busy chatting, well she was chatting and he was just sitting there watching and listening. She sighed again. "What's up, honey? You look down," he said as mom fell silent again because of the remote.
"Joe and I just broke up. He's with that slut, Janet."
"Oh, honey, that's terrible. I don't know what to say. I'm sure you'll find someone better. Give it some time." Aida nodded and went out onto the porch to watch the golden sun set. She composed a little poem to sum up her feelings,

"Well, my first love leaves me cold,
his lowly hopes for me are broken now
as my mood rises with the setting of the summer sun.
I give myself the gift of me:
in all my beauty,
in all my wonder,
in all my dreams,
I know love is more:
than the cruel tease of the coin toss,
than another heads-up or tails-up."

With each word she whispers and repeats to herself and the twilight minutes between light and dark, she regains a stronger sense of herself and what the future holds. Her dad feels a different girl has come back in from the now-dark porch. He's sad to see her hurt but also glad because he knows that finding a soulmate is usually not a bullseye-on-the-first-throw kind of game. It's never an easy lesson to learn, but learning to love deeply and strongly comes with much heartache. He turned back to his beloved Flatscreen TV, to watch the shows he knows his wife would have loved to watch if she were still alive. Her urn filled with ashes sits on the coffee table next to him. He smiles. His first love wasn't his true love, but his last love was. He put his hand back on her urn once he was sure Aida had gone back upstairs.