I don't see you that way anymore.
I don't think I can.
It's not romantic.
More of nostalgic.
Maybe it was always this way.
Maybe I missed the memories.
Not you.
Maybe I knew at the beginning it wasn't going to end well.
Maybe I knew I would get heartbroken.
But I still tried.
And it turns out I was right anyways.
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.
