There were days. Way back, I mean. I remember then clearly but the feeling is so far off. I wonder if any of it had every happened.
I like to think of this as my first case of love. It's precious.
I always look at the dull jewel and smile. I try, but I just can't get it to shine the way it used to. Even though it won't shine the way I'd like it to, I treat it like the sun.
It sits in a little glass case. A dusty center piece. I take it out to clean it once in a while but it's still just decoration.
I remember when I first got it. That thing was ********.
Not just the jewel, but the person who gave it to me.
I miss those conversations. Things were so different back then.
When can we go back to those?
It's hard to talk to you. I know. I wonder if it's hard for you too? Remember how late we'd stay up and talk about nothing?
Or go on crazy adventures?
Love goes all ways like this, but it's the person that makes it special. Just so you know, you're still special to me. What about me to you?
Am I still a center piece?
Those were the days.
And I miss them.
So. When can we go back to them? It won't be the same. It'll be full of nostalgia.
Maybe we'll be happy. Maybe we'll be sad. But we can laugh and cry over those days together. How's that?
You never forget your first love.
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