I bet you that years from now, she'll still remember
everything.
What they talked about, what it felt like to hold his hand,
what he wore on important moments, how he made her feel
alive.
Because that's how girls are with love, with first love.
With a love that inflates the heart to dimensions that seem
impossible to fill.
And years from now when a song, or a fragrance makes her think of
him,
she'll wonder if she ever meant the same amount to him.
Because she doesn't know how boys are with love, with first
love.
With true love.
♥