"How often do you still think about your first love?"
Not quite often...
or maybe I'm just not aware.
When I was 14, I fell in love with a complete stranger.
When I was 15, I learned the meaning of being in love.
When I was 16 and 17, it became a roller coaster ride.
When I was 18, I gave up. No, we gave up.
It's been almost 4 years of mixed emotions and I became dependent to that relationship. I was a broken soul and a young one so it's normal for me to seek for happiness and yet I realized that being in love at young age is right and wrong at the same time.
You see, I don't regret my past, even the moment when we chose to take different paths individually. My first love will remain in my heart but it doesn't bother me anymore because I don't want to cling in the past and I don't want the past to cling on my back. There's so many things that reminds me of him. He became my lesson, our relationship taught me so many things - beautiful & tragic... but I'm happy, I'm happy to be free.
30daychallenge of Berlin-ArtParasites
Saturday, June 4, 2016
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Want To Forget
PoetryAnxiety leads to poetry and this is my only way presenting myself... naked.
