Dear... First Love
Another day, another letter about the same person I’ve been thinking about since the day we met.
It all ended but I still think about you, do you think about me?
Yesterday was my birthday and I cried once again, in a freaking bar around my friends. Everything that happened came rushing back like a storm, it was so sudden.
Did you even have the urge to reach out to me? Guess not. That’s when I knew, you’re never coming back.
What can I do to forget you?