Hey, my first crush

I’m eternally grateful that I’d met you

And for the little time I got to spent with you

I know it’s been months since we’ve part our ways

And I know you’ve got a guy now

Better, not weird at all, mature enough

But I want you to know that

There’d always be a piece of you inside me

And I wish you happiness,

Wherever you are

Whoever you are with

This doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten you

I miss you every day

I wish they made the course a little longer

And of course the most difficult thing

To do is to unlove

Is that even a word?

Don’t know, don’t care

I don’t understand why there never was someone

Before or after you

Maybe its ‘cause you were the reference

And you were infinitely perfect

I know ours wasn’t a love story

Because we were never in love

So what were we, cherries?

Two people who helped each other

To get through one rough year?

I never understood that

Zindagi, he na?

And I know that there was nothing serious between us

But you sure did leave a scar on me

left me vulnerable

But you know what they say
Time heals everything
Sometimes I wonder

Is my life so dull that I have to think about you

Every time I want to get sad

Or is that a good thing

I guess I’ll never know

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