My First

I am not still in love with you.

How could I be? Years have passed and we've both grown up.

How could I miss kissing you? Our lips were young, our mouths inexperienced.

How could I miss being touched by you? Our hands were amateurs, our fingers unschooled.

How could I miss talking with you? Our words were often caught in our throats, thought but never spoken.

I am in love with the memory of you.

Yours was the first mouth I kissed.

Yours were the first hands that caressed me.

Yours were the first words of love that spoke to me.

I will never forget you. I will never forget the joy of sharing our innocence together, of experiencing our naivete together, of simply being with each other first, before anyone else.

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