Better Than Before

Do you remember your first love? Do you remember how it felt to hold their hand, or the way they smelled? Do you remember the way their lips curled when they smiled, or how happy they sounded when they spoke about the things they were passionate about? I do. I remember everything. I remember how he smelled; how happy, and kind his eyes were. I remember him getting so worked up over football games he would turn red, and I remember loving it even though I didn't understand it. He had so many things that made him perfect in my eyes whether I understood mine and the feeling that always came with it. I miss the butterflies I got when he would kiss me. It's hard not to miss someone so important in your life. I guess that's just how it works. You love, and you get hurt. Life goes on though, and you are forced to pick yourself up and keep moving. Life doesn't stop just because you're hurting. I wasn't going to waste my life thinking that it did either.