𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖

 It's not bad and it's actually liberating to put this into words.  I can't forget the last car ride we shared, how we knew it was the last time in a while, how that special thing between us have to start a pause in order for us to heal and even forget about each other. That last hug, our last embrace and we singing to our favorite songs. I wish we could've done more of that. I miss you still. One day, I hope I can find something like that in other horizons and arms.  

Maybe it's true ours was something special and unique for me  and you the butterflies feeling in heaven  that first time our colors matched together and blended  in a beautiful purple just like my red  and your blue heart combined perfectly. Maybe it's true we won't meet again we won't have our what happened after but we will always have what was ours our first love story.