Polaris, right there, the yellow book in the middle of the bookshelf in our old room. Above it, the Hojskole songbook. Next to it, a Game of Thrones novel (number three I think). The image is too dithered for you to see anything on it, so you are gonna have to trust me on this one. It was the first place we lived together, and we had just met. And that bookshelf wasn't really a bookshelf, but a wooden box. She built that box herself, always the crafty one. Behind it, some sunflowers I had gifted her. I wonder who lives there now.
Not my first girlfriend, but my first love. I know I will love again eventually. I just find it hard to believe right now.