I was 15 when I experienced something beautiful with you that I will call my first love. And after all this time I still haven't moved on from you. How could I possibly do that? You are the one who showed me what it was to be all stupid over nothing. I would sneak out in late at night to meet you. When you asked me if I was scared, I said 'No'. Let me tell you a secret. I used to be mad scared of darkness. But when I saw your shadow, it lit up the surrounding. You were tall for your age. I had to look up to your face. And your deep eyes are what still haunts me around. We both were insomniac imposters. We would keep telling each other secrets that no one else knew while stargazing even though there weren't any to notice. And after an eternity you would kiss me softly and make the promise to meet the next day. You once asked me if I would love you forever. But I didn't believe in forever and I still don't. I told you that I wanted to love you now and all the following moments. If I had said yes to forever, would you have stayed? Some people leave with pain and lessons and some leave love and memories. I find it funny how you did both. Our love was like shooting starts. Mesmerising, magical and short-timed. And a part of me died when I closed the book of 'us'. But you're still in that corner of my head which bleeds occasionally. I still look at the stars even though there aren't any to notice. When we were together, we would find our forever in them. But now, it is the only way I can find you. Dear lost first love, I miss you.
