I thought we we're destined to be, met in the clear night sky we first came to be. With our feelings reciprocated our lips touched. That night, it felt like we we're in the heavens above.
But soon it would be proven wrong, with misunderstandings and problems that would make it worse. In anguish, we both left each other. The decision that would make me swallow in sorrow.
In a year, you were able to move on. I envied you as I still couldn't. The grievance I experienced with a lost love, made it worse with it being my first heart throb. It hurts, the thought of you not being by my side.
The chains of the past disabled me from looking forward. They say that there's always an exit and you should always look at the bright side, but what if the light that guides you isn't there?
It's pathetic of me, chasing for someone who is already out of my reach. But no matter what you do, the past...is still the past. Whatever you do to forget, it'll always be there. And no matter how hard you try to escape it, it'll always reflect back to you. In a way, the past is a mirror.
You represent your past, and the past represents you. If you're an athlete, they'll see your body. What you do in the past, will reflect on you today, and what you did before will be seen on your actions in the present and future.
So my failed relationship, will forever be with me. The insecurities I picked up, the heartbreak I experienced, will be always be at the back of my head.
And with that.
My first love ended.
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Note: this isn't a continuation of "Without You". This is a story of a failed relationship, whilst the former is a one sided love and betrayal.
Thanks for reading. ☺️ (Next post will be a normal story, I'm getting headaches from thinking of rhymes and words. 😂)
