Dear first love,
Its been awhile since we last spoke with each other. You may have forgotten about me but your memories will always linger. Many times I tried to be mad at you for hurting me. But as many times I tried, my heart keeps on forgiving you.
The love I had for you is out of hand not even fate nor destiny approved it. Nevertheless, given the chance to die and live again, I would still choose to love you, ask me and I don't know why. And I don’t know why. I have defied all reasons when my heart chose you. My friends laughed at me and I myself questioned my heart why you?
It was true that my feelings for you have deteriorated enormously for the past months but my longing is still there. Maybe it will always stay like this forever or maybe first loves are meant to be this way.
There are nights when I lie awake and wonder if I still cross your mind. And even if I did, what image of me do you see? Or how deep did my name made its mark on your heart? Was it deep as the ocean or as shallow as the writings on the sand which the waves erased easily? I know it's senseless to ask these things to you. I will only make myself look more stupid.
When the time comes that you will be completely erased and replaced by another name in my heart I will come to you and thank you. Not for loving me back but for letting me love you. One day, when my feelings for you is totally zeroed I wish we could be just like before, when we are "just friends". As of now I don't have the courage to speak to you, cause I know that you can read in my eyes what my heart conversed.