My First Time

I believe that something so beautiful and sacred should be shared with someone special, and I will not compromise on that belief in the pursuit of pleasure. I can have it all, but I just need to be patient. As time goes swiftly by, I start to think that maybe that special someone does not exist for all of us, because after all this time, no one seems worthy of something I hold so dear and believe to be mind-blowing, life-changing, and beautiful. Everyone around me endorses my stance and looks at me with such admiration as they wait for this dream to become reality. But now, it is taking too long . Slowly it loses its value, and my position is now ridiculous to them. They start to voice their concerns and set out to rectify this misguided decision I have made. Now, my first time should be with anyone. They're starting to make sense, but deep in my heart, I believe that my first time holds the key to finding my first love. Could I have been wrong this whole time?