Oh god. Here we go.
Dear first love, I still fucking love you.
You were older, so cool, so handsome and I thought why would he ever be interested in me? But you were, you apparently fell head over heels In love with me. At least that's what you always said.
You said "I love you" after six weeks and then two weeks later you crushed me. Ha. How ironic.
I don't talk to you anymore, mostly since you've moved away to some clinic somewhere but also bc I'm afraid you won't want to..
But I still love you, I am not In love with you tho. But I still do love you. And whenever we meet and hang out I feel like the most beautiful person ever.
Why. Why? WHY? How is it possible that one person can make you feel like you're flying.
Dear first love, I love (hate) you.
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PoetryDear ex. Dear self. Dear mom. Dear dad. Dear crush. Dear school. Dear siblings. Dear past me. Dear first love. Dear future me. Dear best friend. Dear future child. Dear person I hate. Dear person I love. Dear ex best friend. Dear people...
