Ruminating about past loves

My first love was the sweetest man. He was really into poetry and was very innocent and sweet. We kissed the first time late at night by the light of a television at a friends house after picking on each other all day.

Sometimes I long to hold him again. I know he isn't the same person, and neither am I, but I still love him with my entire heart. If you are out there reading this, my first love, I want you to know how special you are, and how I wish we had been able to work out a relationship between the two of us.

Tragic lovers, torn apart by pride and prejudice. I wish I could feel your touch again.. to know you love me, to recall that feeling when you came back from the service. To know your lips on mine again...

Your voice haunts me. I see you when I close my eyes, still at 17 years old. Still longing for me. Still welcoming me into your bed in the middle of the night.

Thoughts of you make my skin tingle. Thoughts of you make me long for yesterday. Thoughts of you make me remember how sensual and sexy you and I were together.

I miss you, first love.