(For My First Love)
The first time I saw you,
my heart quietly learned
how to breathe your name
without a sound.
You would smile —
and it felt like
the first rainclouds
had just begun to weep joyfully.
I was nothing special —
just a boy,
who found peace
in the simple habit of watching you.
I tied dreams
into the ends of your braids,
and each day,
left my glances gently on your path.
There were no grand words,
no dramatic claims,
just silence —
and the silent permission to stay near you.
Books in our bags,
but your letters hidden between the pages
were the only lessons
I truly remembered.
Time didn’t matter,
nor did the world —
there was only that shade of light
where you and I
spoke without saying a thing.
We never carved hearts on walls,
but your name
was quietly blooming
inside mine,
like a morning slowly rising.
That young age,
those tiny dreams,
and you —
the biggest truth of them all.
Just a glance from you
would change my world.
Even in the cold,
your memory wrapped around me like warmth.
We met in secret,
lied to the world just a little,
but inside —
we were fearless for love.
There was no touch, no want,
just an honest feeling —
as if two souls
had quietly fallen into each other.
We’d sit together sometimes,
counting fallen leaves —
and each leaf
became another unspoken promise.
That ribbon in your hair
kept swinging in my dreams,
and I chased it
like a child reaching for butterflies.
I asked for nothing,
made no demands —
just wanted to see you smile
and maybe glance my way.
This love wasn’t loud,
wasn’t big —
but it was true,
soft,
and full of light
like sunlight on closed eyes.
It was raw, it was real —
it was
our first love.
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