The first

To the one I loved the first and most, I always go back to you, not because I want you back still, but to remind myself of how being in love feels. we were friends first and knowingly unknowingly you said and did things that made me fall head over heels for you. like the time everyone in the hostel matched in my room and i felt like a Jew in a nazi camp, but then you marched in and told everyone to stay away from him cause I was yours. YOURS, this is how love should feel, like i belong to someone and for a while I did belong to you and you to me, or so it felt, cause we would always smile when we saw each other and figure out what we felt through our eyes. But like how everything new and shiny loses its luster over time, we lost each other too, but i will always remember how you made me feel and I hope wherever you are, something reminds you of me too. -Faitharman