People say that first loves last forever. For me, that’s a myth.
‘Cause I never knew something so gentle.
It must be the naivety and innocence it comes with.
For I never thought it could be so monumental.
I still remember how you towered over me.
I still remember how all I had were endless thoughts of you.
I still remember how you would look at me.
Without a doubt, I was a young fool for you.
You stood before me like everything I ever needed.
Our hands touching as we held the pen together,
Scribbling memories then eventually conceding.
Despite that, they still warm me in this cold weather.
It was cold once more when you left without a discussion.
Oh, if only you had a clue what I was going through.
Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction.
Yet, I would do it all over again if it meant being with you.
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