The adolescent, caught within the snares of the first love is struck by a brutal narcissistic breaking in, but he is less disillusioned than the adult by the object’s desiring reality. He knows his desire is fed upon his own self. He will indeed be disillusione and will have to mourn this first love.

Every adult keeps in mind the nostalgia of such a first love which will serve as reference within the vicissitudes of every man’s or woman’s fate.