You will always be my first love. Though I believed you would be my last, I was wrong. 

I know I should move on.

And I’m trying to.

But I can’t help missing you.

I can’t help but miss the way we were.

The way you made me believe in love and life with just one look.

I can’t help but tear up when I think about the moments we spent together.

I’ll move on eventually,  this I’m sure of.

But as of now, I miss you.

I miss us.