you were young, immature and cute. An innocent path that ended like the warmth of summer. you weren't harsh or rough. you were like a light jacket in Autumn; just enough to make me feel warm. Firsts always leave a mark. They are painful and beautiful, just like you. less of a love, you taught me a kiss, a hug. You taught me sweet and supple; something one can only learn in their youth. Thank you for showing me the first steps of like and love. You are forever carved within my memory.
