Who are you?

Who are you? The one who grasp the memories of your first love? Or the one who misses your last everyday? Or both? Perhaps...neither.

People always remember their first love. The first time they feel the rush inside the mysterious yet magical heart, the first time they yearn for that person so badly... The first time the flowers bloom beautifully with grace in spring, spreading their satin petals apart..

But would they remember their last love? The sweet times both of them spend together. The sadness and happiness they share. The times when they spend hours on the phone - complaining about their busy day or telling how much they love each other.. But in a day, everything changes.. Nothing is left.

What if.. that someone is your first love and the last? And you have to let go. The pain stabs you in the heart when you want to let go, the sorrow pours when he passes by, but excitement rushes through with just a single hi..

You want to say the three common words so badly.. "I love you." What if you never will have that chance? No chance. Or, if suddenly a spark of hope ignites, would you? Say those words?

I won't, because love is easily be forgotten. It is.

-michelle-