• My First Love.

    by  • February 10, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Lost Love • 0 Comments

    Hey you…

    It’s been one year and five months since our break up.

    During our relationship you became my best friend. That happened the very first day. With all the laughs. September 16th. On a Thursday.

    You gave me butterflies all over. In my stomach, my throat, my eyes, everywhere. Every single time I saw you, I smiled. I always smiled the biggest smile I’ve ever had. And I didn’t even think about it.
    The first time I saw you, in a crowded room, I saw no one else. My eyes just about popped out of my head, every time I saw you. They still do, and the butterflies still come back.

    I knew you better than you knew yourself. I told you, you’d fall for each girl I asked you to veer from. And you did. And reading those texts in your phone hurt. It felt like the person I was just escaped from me. The happiness. It all came out, like water from a sponge.

    I don’t know why. I don’t know why I still love you.
    But I know I do.

    Through all the fighting. All the harsh words we didn’t mean. All the rude random comments. All the mean faces. All the things I regret.

    I still love you. Why? I don’t get it. My mom told me almost everyday for months, “Don’t cry. It’s just puppy love. You were just fixated with the boy, it’ll pass.”

    It didn’t.

    I can’t tell you, because I’m stubborn.
    And it hurts.
    And it means I’m putting myself through torture.

    Basically, I’ll always love you. And I wish you were still mine. Every day.

    – The girl who never got over you.

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