First Love

"Just a regular day," I told myself.

The shadows of trees were cast against the sidewalk.

The crisp air flowed gently through their leaves in the late summer sun.

And that is when I met you.

Strangers to aquaintances.

You were shy at first, keeping your thoughts to yourself,

but that was a barrier I wanted nothing more than to destroy.

Aquaintances to friends.

Those barriers were beginning to become etched,

stories seeping through their cracks,

and entering my mind.

Friends to close friends.

I knew so much about you.

Your favorite colour, your favorite food.

But something more felt there.

I began to feel myself slowly falling,

but not from the typical infatuation.

I noticed small little things you do,

like your eye twitching when you get nervous,

or faintly smiling as you push your hair from your eyes.

I fell.

Close friends to lovers.

You had fallen the same way,

and when two fall,

the weight multiplies.

We were flying through the months, 

hours upon hours of phone calls.

The walls that we had built up around our hearts collapsed around us.

Sometimes there was arguing,

but nothing detrimental to us.

There was a sense of constant trust and I felt that I could be myself.

But then my own walls started going back up around me.

We should've known that when two fall,

everything breaks.

Lovers to strangers.

We said that we would try to be friends,

because I knew stories about you,

and you knew stories about me.

But we've barely talked since.

But I did love you.

And part of me still always will love and care about you.

You were the one that made me believe that I could love

and be loved.

So thank you

for being my first love.