My first love Now that I think about it, I don't remember his smile, I will tell what I remember of him, I remember him flirting with me, Telling me how much he liked, My long hair, How it would look beautiful in his hand, How my face was his type, How good together we look, And he tucked a strand of my hair, Behind my ears, How I fell for it, I fell hard for it, I remember how he shut me off, When I told him how I felt about him, And how he dated my best friend then, Was he using me? to make her jealous? Or was it all in my head? I told myself and all others, That I moved on, But still whenever, I see him with her, My heart aches, I have moved on I remind myself, Still I write about him now also, Have I moved on? Yes I have moved on, I remind myself. ~ Sruthakirti.M