Meeting him was awkward.
It was same as always.
Newness of first love I guess.
Meeting him was weird.
It was beautiful.
Magic of first love I guess.
Meeting him was crazy.
It was believing in forever.
Innocence of first love I guess.
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If I Were A Book
PoetryA simple collection of poetry for the readers with souls made of stars.
