First Love

everyone has somebody. i know i do. memory is a tricky thing-you don't even notice it's still there because you think you've moved on. (→o←)ゞ

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sometimes the summery smell still catches me off-guard. he came into my life and i let him take over. i knew i was his when I held his hands, when i saw him with that microphone. it was the happiest time, all is good and beautiful. ヾ(＠°▽°＠)ﾉ

when everything came to a halt, part of me was left behind. some nights i dreamed about it, in my dreams he always looked the same as always. he just stood there looking at me, in silence. there was nothing behind his eyes, no warmth, no recollection of me. i felt so light, and cold, like all the blood in my body has drained away. 

[why, sweetheart? have i not held you tight for the cause of my own misery? but you've made your way back into my life. so it's true we were no longer in each other's arms but worlds apart. i look down at my palms, and there they are, all the tiny drops of memory, shivering and wanted to slip away. but how can i just let it go like this?]

did i say i miss him? sometimes i think of him, picturing us still together. other times i let things go. he and i have changed, so has the love between us. but love endures in ways other than that of lover and beloved. it is, in the end, something we both carried with us. (●´ω｀●)ゞ

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