My first love.
I often think about him to this day. An image so refreshing that I warms your heart. An attitude so different from the other boys. I remember all of the girl drooling over his good looks. His actions towards me I will never forget. As well as his dark almond eyes and his raven black hair. Sometimes I ask my self how he's doing or if he's ok but I'd rather not ask him or anyone as He already broke my heart. I've known him my whole life and it's rather weird that I still remember: his fresh scent, his touch, his favorite colour, etc. I hate that without his touch I feel as if there is no purpose in my life. With his name engraved into my head I try to forget the feeling that I had when he called my name. I try so dearly to try and forget the words he said to me that day "I can't love you anymore..." I seem to cope with this loss by having his favorite thing around me, like the colour purple, fresh tea, and books. I hope you're doing well C.A., I'll see you in a next life.
