Something so fresh as the nascent water gushing down a stream,
Something created back in the peak of innocence or childhood, perhaps
The first-ever while you confessed, you must’ve felt a renewed source of happened in your veins.
Forgive me, if I cannot forget you
For I did truly devoured every ounce of happiness from the bond that emerged back then.
It was mere affinity now that I’ve come to think of it, perhaps a stronger inclination that resulted into the sensation at the very first instance
And now that everything has come to a standstill, I immensely respect it.
And try as I might, convince my own self; fight against my inner demons to let it go, citing it was but a phase.
One gala time.
But the only remark I still nurse and wish to ask
-Do you ever forget your first love?
