❝I
keep telling myself maybe we
were too young, like meeting at 15 years old wasn’t old
enough for you to keep me around. I guess we both had a lot
of living left to do like new people to meet, other people to
‘love’ and new places to see. But as the days
turn into months and months will eventually turn into years
do you go looking for me in others, do you do things that we
used to do, just so I cross your mind on purpose? When you
are 18 and realize you can make your own decisions, without
your high school friends that you don’t see anymore or
when your parents finally get off your back, will you look me
up on some social media site and realize I look different
like my hair is shorter and I dyed it blonde, will you look
at my smile and realize I don’t smile the way I used to
smile when we were young and in love, will you notice little
changes that only you and I would notice? Do you ever think
of your future and hope somehow someday we will meet again,
the same way we met that first time when we were both 15 and
never felt love like this before… I know for sure that
days turned into months and even when they turn into years my
love for you will never die, until I do. But even when
I’m six feet under your voice will still remain in my
ears and your touch is all my skin will feel and your face is
all my eyes will see, but at least I won’t be able to
feel the aching pain in my heart every time I hear your name
or when someone asks me about my first
love.
—Unknown