Buzz
The beginning shrouded in mystery, the end veiled in uncertainty.
The first time our hands intertwined, their grasp tight and unwavering. In that moment, I wished time could pause.
Unaffected by gain or calculation, just the purest of emotions.
Hopes were once high, yet ultimately led to no fruition.
Once craving for change, yet enamored with you for so long.
Back then, meeting flushed our cheeks with joy; now, it brings tears to our eyes.
Seemingly mere liking, mistaken for love. Clearly distant now, yet forever etched in memory.
Love in those days was pure, sincere. You could meticulously attend to every detail for your crush. No fatigue or annoyance, just an everlasting sense of insufficiency.
In the realm of my heart, your presence once sparked a flame that illuminated my youth. Gratitude fills my being for your serendipitous appearance in the narrative of my adolescence.
You, a beautiful happenstance in the tapestry of my youth, I thank you for gracing the chapters of my prime with your existence.
Uncertain whether you are the love lost or the friendship misplaced, you linger in the corridors of my memory, an enigma of affection.
It marked both the beginning and the end – the first and final time I dared to love with such reckless abandon, a blend of folly and courage.
Teaching me maturity, albeit a tad late, leading to the loss of that person.
If farewells could be graceful, then let us smile and bid adieu. For there will come a day when we rue parting ways amidst a backdrop of faded memories.
In the future, when we both become the lovers of others, we will refer to each other as our first love.
Clearly just a season, yet it felt like a lifetime.
To call it first love implies it cannot endure into a final love.
