If you arrived at your front door and saw your first love standing there, what would you do or say?
I'd tell them my feelings, simple as that. It might be scary and the same feelings of rejection will sprout out in me that I had back when I used to be around him, but it's worse not knowing what could have been. Although in my case, I'm pretty sure nothing could have happened because he was an egotistical jerk. I loved him nonetheless because I saw something in him that I doubt he even saw. Long complicated thing love is.