Remember that first life lesson? That you mistook for true love? Those million butterflies that flew in your heart, only to feed on the wrong flowers? When you spent all your 'I love yous' feeling like screaming underwater, she never heard it but it took everything you have? Well, that is what my "first love" sounds like.
This feeling was completely new to me. Finally enjoying all those Maroon 5 songs. Getting teased by all the friends, about how insanely I blushed around her. That immense happiness, seeing her sitting near the homeroom window, staring into the endless budding winter morning; thinking if maybe, just maybe, she was thinking about me. Spending nights, thinking about, how she managed to be a speck that made my entire universe look so tiny. How I fell in love with the million little things she never knew she was doing. And the most of all, thinking if maybe I would wake up, not to her ceaseless dreams in my mind, but to her. Laying beside me, in my reality. Close enough to feel, physically.
But each moment had a story of both, immense pleasure and, at the same time, a lingering melancholy. She never understood how much I loved her, until the last refill of the love that brewed between us. Between the completely opposite souls.
That's when the cold had finally touched her...
She was this weird shade of mystery and cuteness, the one which constituted the rainbow of everything. So shy, and yet, so effulgent. Her smile was something I became addicted to. It had the ability to send me to a whole different realm. The realm that consisted of a love story. A love story brewing between two completely opposite souls. Wearing this smile, she looked like all the constellations in the universe; blazing, hearty and infinitely bright. She passed through me, like a storm, took away my breath and gave me goosebumps. I don't know if she knew that, but it was my entire world fulminating. Everything I had been and everything I was going to be, It was all going to be hers.
This feeling was completely new to me. Finally enjoying all those Maroon 5 songs. Getting teased by all the friends, about how insanely I blushed around her. That immense happiness, seeing her sitting near the homeroom window, staring into the endless budding winter morning; thinking if maybe, just maybe, she was thinking about me. Spending nights, thinking about, how she managed to be a speck that made my entire universe look so tiny. How I fell in love with the million little things she never knew she was doing. And the most of all, thinking if maybe I would wake up, not to her ceaseless dreams in my mind, but to her. Laying beside me, in my reality. Close enough to feel, physically.
But each moment had a story of both, immense pleasure and, at the same time, a lingering melancholy. She never understood how much I loved her, until the last refill of the love that brewed between us. Between the completely opposite souls.
That's when the cold had finally touched her...
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