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.