18 again.

The Boy We Loved Back Then.

my first love who made my heart flutter back then, became a middle-aged man.

everyone felt stirred up emotions when they met their first love, like how I went madly insane. the man who makes my heart beat has changed, he no longer gave me the butterflies. people change perhaps by the thought of having someone who can do it for them, who can discern things they don't understand. being a young man is part of life, even the very little single steps. we cannot learn something until its reflection comes into the picturesque of our own unsolved dilemmas, just like when we don't understand how someone feels, it would be hard for us to keep them in the very place we want them to be, within our sides. the vanishing of worries and unforgiven mistakes will always be taken part as long as it is for your cupid's other pair. like my first love who had been so good to her wife, at moments when you reminisce, it is too evident that he changed into a much better person now.

changing yourself for the one you love is sacrificially sincere. it is truly better when it is real. the broken trust and hope will soon be put into cease because violence will never be stood right in any way with "when are those times?", when you have the grit to protect something so dear to your heart.

please don't copy, plagiarism is a crime.