What happened to you when you were eighteen?
Does her long hair make you long to trail your fingers through it?
Does her smile capture the joy in your heart,
Bringing so much calm to your restless soul that's just experienced love for the first time?
What happened when you had your first heartbreak?
Did she change you into someone you don't even recognize?
Do you still speak to her, or have you never seen each other since?
Was it you—or perhaps her—who fell out of love when the sparks faded?
What happened when you tried to love again?
When she painted your rainbow canvas black,
Did you struggle to bring back the color,
Wishing you could avoid becoming what heartbreak forced you to swallow?
When you met them,
Did anyone say something that made you reflect deeply?
Or did you lose your mind,
Thinking none of them were truly loyal or kind?
When you encountered many potentials,
Did you still feel the pain of the past?
Did all the dates you went on
Do enough to erase the loneliness?
When you met me for the first time,
Did you think of me as someone who could give you new breath in your life?
Did you see me as the perfect replacement to fill the void left for six months?
Or did you, perhaps, genuinely fall for me?
When you stared into my eyes,
Did they remind you of the eyes of the girls you've dated?
Did they remind you of the one who got away,
Whose smile served as balm for your storms?
When we laughed,
Did it remind you of the silly jokes she told you?
Did the inside jokes, buried in the back of your mind, come rushing back?
Did it bring comfort, or did it reopen an old wound?
When you held me,
Did the warmth remind you of her?
Did she kiss your shoulder when you were in another realm,
Wishing there would never be a day she'd have to live without you?
