Very predictable right?
I also fell in love.
He was older than me, taller than me, and his eyes were the color of hazelnuts.
He was my older brother's friend.
Whenever you came to my house, I couldn't help feeling nervous. I knew that you were also looking at me secretly. What I did not know is that first love hurts.
I chose my first love very badly.
One day you told me that you loved me, the next day you told me it would be a secret between us.
I just got drunk on what I thought was love, but in the end it just turned out to be a painful memory.
I loved you, I loved you so much that I gave you everything, everything that I would not give to anyone, I gave it to you.
That April afternoon I was under your sheets.
A week later, you told me that you had only played with me and that I was just a girl.
My heart choked a little more.
A week later, you had your hand entwined with that of an older girl.
I guess you took what you wanted from me and then threw me like an old, fun-free toy.
I guess I was fooled.
But I love you.