It’s all just a blur to think back on it now. But there’s memories there that’ll always be dear. Simply because you were my first love.
I was thirteen when I said yes to you,
You were fourteen, curly blonde hair & blue eyes.
A shy quiet girl with the biggest dare devil of all time.
Attraction at first sight.
A regular Romeo & Juliet to be precise.
We were both shy, exchanging glances & smiles.
Holding hands, my head on your shoulder, “I feel your heartbeat through your hand,” you’d smile while whispering.
I was pretty sure I’d never stop loving you.
Eight months flew by, I was fourteen when you gave my heart its first crack. Just like that. Snap!
I cried for a few days, returned the necklace you’d gave me. I was hurt but I, must confess I never really stopped loving you.
You’d just turned 16 when I was 15.
You’d asked me if we could do it all
Again
You took my hand, but that’s not the end
You wrapped your arm around me for the first time & then I was sure that I never really stopped loving you.
We were off & on maybe three or four times,
Dated all my best friends, but you’d never again,
Cause you always came running back to me in the end.
And me, I must confess I never really stopped loving you.
Sweet 16, almost 17, planting kisses on your cheek.
Senior prom where we danced to each slow song,
said “I love you,” and twirled me along.
I could see it in your eyes, the way they shined,
You really meant it & I couldn’t resist
Standing on tip toes to look into your eyes,
“I love you too,” was all I could say.
Let you give me my first kiss
Talk about bliss.
Holding me close, I loved your cologne. It made you laugh when I’d smell your shoulder but it just make you hold me closer.
And as we got older some things never changed.
BMX & motor biking was still your thing.
Taking me on rides, swimming, & watching movies to pass time. Tickling me under the night sky. Climbing trees & carving our names so we’d be forever & always.
For just being 16, I’m pretty sure I was as in love as a 16 could get.
Though now we’re in our twenties, & those times are just but memories,
Now that you hate me, it makes me feel better to think back on those memories, the sadness isn’t so heavy
I must confess, in a way, I’ll always love you. A first loves hard to forget.
But it’s no longer one of romantic interest.
I guess it’s the respect. Because I knew you back then.
Now, I’d be obliged if you just let me be your friend.
It’s strange how a first love can still make a heart sing, but at the same time, not feel a thing.
