Golden boy

You were my first, I had never had the guts to feel for anyone the way I felt for you. Sometimes I think about those times, we used to laugh till we almost cried, the first time I texted someone all the time, the name you had for me, it was only mine. You were my bestfriend. Your brown curls over your forehead, lingering eyes all over me, you were the perfect gentleman, you were my golden boy. The number of times you told me you loved me was impeccable, I always loved your guts, you made me feel coy, oh my sweet golden boy. Now when I walk mast you, jts just a normal boring conversation, sometimes I still wonder, why did we never get out of our situation, before we were inseparable, how did it get so multidimensional? Now you're got new friends, too important for your first love? I see. Oh my, oh my, where is my golden boy, where is he?