It was the first time, someone
called me beautiful and smart.
We used to sit together on the
bus, holding hands. His hands,
felt like it was fragile, easy to be
crushed by a small paper weight.
Just like his heart can be easily
broken we exhanged those,
innocent kisses on the cheek affection,
words to compliment as big as the starry
sky, it was the first time I broke someone's
heart; he had a crush on me, tried to
give his heart to me, but we ended up
having our hearts crushed into pieces.
we were two young people, trying to
find someone we love; so we don't grow
up to be the fear, that we would never
be loved. He was a cloud, seeking to
find the sun, the love of his life and,
he found her, his sun that lights up those
very starry nights, the both of us had
together. There was often reasons,
why people were named after storms
or hurricanes, I'd often thought of him.
Because he taught me how to love someone,
and how to let them go for the better.