Dear First Love... Oh, how I miss you. It is quite foolish of me, to still want what never was, never has, and never will be. But this foolish organ called a heart misses you dearly. My tears still gather at the thoughts of you. Perhaps I never loved you, because I do not know what love is. But I did feel you. Every inch of you. And even almost eight years later, the thoughts of you appear in my mind. Like a kiss I've never gotten. A love I've never felt. An idea of you that was never real. But I still... whatever this is... I guess I loved you... I denied it, and probably still do. Poor, foolish heart. — Author: Freda
