I sit here, under the shade of a tree, surrounded by the songs of bird and the kiss of sunlight. who lays next to me is my first, and my true love. this moment so serene, so euphoric, if only love was like this all the time.
love, or at least ours, feels like a ticking time bomb. I’m afraid it’ll be over at any minute, one wrong move, and it will relinquish.
my love has long dark red hair, blue eyes and the rosiest lips always. I think of these features almost consistently, almost as if in the back of my mind there are these constant shades of blue and red, following me everywhere, an eternal sunset. I think that by now these features are embedded in me. laying here, I know they say you’ll never lose sight of your first love, and I know now this is true.
i will search for him everywhere, in the rest of this life, in the next one, and maybe the one after that one. his dreadful moments, his most favorable moments, they are no longer his, but mine as well.
I’m not sure what my answer would be if someone were to ask me if I’d do it all again, for the adventures, why of course, for the unlimited heartbreaks,
well, just maybe.
wrote this a few days ago under the trees at one of my favorite parks. it’s terrible but I have to start somewhere!