I hold on to pointless things,
Like the texts you sent,
About your love for me.
I hold on to the irrelevant memories,
Like you holding my hand,
While whispering I'm yours.
I hold on to the sound of your voice,
Intoxicating and out of tune,
Singing in the car to make me smile.
I hold on to the joy you brought,
Before the heartache you left,
Because I would rather remember you that way.
I hold on to you,
Even though you don't know it,
Because you were my first love.
I hold on to every bit of happiness you ever gave me,
Because without it,
I would have never known what it was like to love someone unconditionally and truly.
I will hold onto what we had until the day I day,
Because true love never dies,
And first love never fades,
And to me that will always be you.