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First Love
I had never been in love
But when I met you everything changed
But people told me
“It’s a sin to want her”
“You can’t be with her”
“You're not allowed to love her”
But how can I not love her when she made me feel all the things I promised myself I would never feel?
How can I not love her when I didn’t feel numb around her and when she fixed all the broken parts of me?
How can I not love her when my showers didn’t sting anymore, the only tears were out of happiness, and my smile was finally real
I had soon realized I had fallen in love with every single part of her
The way her hair would perfectly drape over her face, the way her eyes would look into mine and tell a thousand stories, the way her hands perfectly intertwined with mine, everything, she was perfect…
But in the end, I guess I just loved it too much…
I was scared, we were young and I didn’t mean to fall in love the way I did and I hope you didn’t mean to hurt me the way you did
And I guess I always knew that deep down we would never last but sometimes I still catch myself dreaming about you and me...
I guess the heart was made to be broken...
but we sure had one heck of a love story, didn't we?

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