I don’t know whether I should feel honoured to have been your first love, or heart broken that I’m not, and never will be, your last.
Whatever the case, I never want to be anyone’s first love again.
I miss your hands, I miss holding them in mine.
I miss spooning in bed, our smooth skin.
I miss cooking dinner together, and sweets.
I miss just sitting with you.
I miss just talking with you.
I miss walking with you.
I miss the days everything was good just because you were there beside me.
I miss the future we could have had.
I miss kissing your face.
I miss laughing with you.
I miss feeling alive.
I miss all of this, all of you.
All that you gave me.
I can’t be more thankful for it.
Now, I have to believe.
This is just the beginning.
One day I will share my heart with someone that isn’t you.
I will be happy again.
But somewhere in the deepest part of my heart.
I will always miss you.