Back to Top

by Clea Garrick
http://www.limedrop.com.au/
@Limedrop_label

Untitled (Hannah)

Dedicated to Hannah. I love you.

by Harry Reid Sadler
http://www.harryreidsadler.com/

A polaroid of me kissing my first love 12 years ago in the summer of 2000. Photographer unknown.

by Ben Pobjoy
http://benpobjoy.com/
@BenPobjoy

For those who I love, with those that I cannot see

by Simon Gomery
http://photographiesimongomery.carbonmade.com/

Love is the Drug

by Melvin Galapon
http://www.mynameismelvin.co.uk/recent/
@_mynameismelvin

My first Love will be my only Love. My Love knows me; to be Loved is to be known.

by Johanna Lees
http://www.johannalees.co.uk

by Megan Helyer
http://meganmhelyer.tumblr.com/
@MMHelyer

To love another person is to see the face of God

by Louise Walker
www.louisewalkerphotography.com
@sincerelylouise

by Freddie Wright
http://www.freddiewright.com/
@FreddieWright

Not What I Expected

by Damian E. Parnell

First loves and coming outs, are something from my experience, that end in a tragedy like Romeo & Juliet, apart from the love is not two ways. He was one of the sweetest guys I knew, and a close friend, stocky but trim – about 5’9’’, blonde haired, round head, a basketball player and a scientist, he could make jokes that were funny, he had a voice that just made you listen to him, and he had the most mesmerizing smile I’d ever seen. It’s safe I’d fallen in love with him. But I was in the closet, and wasn’t ready to come out. Where I come from it is not easy being gay and it is certainly frowned upon. But, with the advice of a friend, who I had told, I did decide to voice my feelings to this guy. What a mistake, I was not looking for a relationship with this guy, I knew he was straight, I just wanted his acceptance and understanding of my feelings. But it turned out that he was very homophobic and our once strong friendship was now destroyed forever. With this mini coming out to him, it ended up that he blabbed to all our friends, so my coming out didn’t happen at the pace I wanted it to, but it turned out good for me, as my friends all supported me and we were ashamed by his reaction and homophobic attitude towards me. My first love story isn’t a very happy one, but now I have completely moved on and writing about what happened doesn’t affect me anymore, I still occasionally see him around but I just look the other way – he wants to believe I don’t exist so, I will be the same.