Sometimes I just think back, I don’t wish to change anything, but I go back sometimes just live it all over again. I am so happy that I met you, and so sad that I ever lost you. There is always going to be apart of me that loves you unconditionally. We put each other through so much stupid shit, but in the end… We always managed to stay friends and be there for one another. I don’t even know how it happens like that. I still feel the sting from my broken heart sometimes. And there’s a small part of me that belongs to you and it won’t ever heal. I guess you never really forget your first love.