I still remember.
A week ago, you smiled.
You smiled at me.
And the funny thing is, I didn't feel anything.
No sadness.
No butterflies.
No excitement.
There's still a scar that you left on my heart, but it's fading.
It's fading.
YOU ARE READING
The First
Short Story"I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say." ~Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca You were the first one. And no matter how hard I try, I can never forget.
