My First Love

You were my first love. You were the one to break my heart. You were the one to put it back together. You were my first love.

It started with a message. A notification. I didn’t know who you were. But something was telling me to get to know you. To message you. I wanted to know more.

Something about you seemed so curious to me. Almost like a mystery. Something that would bother me until I figured it out.

I could never run with any other boys. Oh no. I could never hurt you. But you could hurt me.

I found myself begging. Changing things about myself. For you. For you, my love.

And then

Finally

Out of nowhere

You were mine. And I was yours.

I knew that I belonged here. With you. In your world. I wanted to belong here. I wanted that feeling. I knew that only you could provide that feeling.

Days went by. Weeks. Months. A year.

It’s funny how feelings change. It’s funny how people turn their back on the things they love.

I found myself begging. Changing things about myself. For you. For you, my love.

I didn’t know how bad it would hurt me.

It felt like a burning sensation in my chest that only he could put out.

I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to put me back together again. I wanted him to fix me.

And when he didn’t ...

Well, I knew I couldn’t go on. Not without him.

You were my first love. You have a special place in my heart.

A hole that no one could fill but you.

Sometimes, it still aches for you. I still find reminders and memories of you. I sometimes wish it would be you. That I would run into you. Just to see your face. And that smile. And those damn eyes.

Oh, my love.