First love (primo amore) is beautiful, magical, mythical even, but generally not everlasting. The stakes are stacked against you. It isn’t always the “right kind”, the “best choice”, but will always be the first. First love can be complicated and perilous. Or it can be joyfully simple: a nonna playing foosball with her granddaughter. Desire, of course, evolves, but we try to recapture the intensity of first love, its innocence, its full and fretful feeling.