Do you remember your first love? That girl or boy that made your stomach feel sick whenever you saw them or heard their beautiful, gentle voice? That one person that could, no matter what, always make you so damn happy about life, so anxious to live it out with them and grow old with them? I can. I had her two, long years ago.
I remember the day she first spent the night at my house. It was the day I will never let myself forget, nor couldn’t if i tried to. Her and I walking down El Camino Real, my hand wrapped around her, her hand wrapped in mine. The dasiy I picked out for her was placed on her ear . That beautiful daisy on that beautiful girl. Stopping in front of a driveway in the middle of the night, telling each other how “safe you make me feel”. How in love we were that night. I in love we were together.
There was a particular day I can remember where I couldn’t stand being away from her. We were still together, nothing wrong. I just wasn’t with her. I needed her to be in the same room as I was. I felt sick. I couldn’t do anything. All I wanted was her.
