memories of first love...


Her eyes, swollen from crying all night looked at me. She pleaded that I stay, but I just can’t. I love her so much, but I need to let go. I can’t allow her to be hurt because I may never be coming back.

Our paths were never meant to cross. But, it did and so was our love and that is what was tearing our hearts apart.

I turned back as I began to take leave. She rushed to hug me, embracing me tightly I could feel her heart beating against my back.

With tears streaming down my face, I took hold of her hands. Those felt warm against my numbing cold.

“Let go…” I told her softly.

I turned around and kissed her for one last time as my presence gradually faded along with my first love.

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