You, were my first love. That I have learned. In five years time, I won’t forget your name and face, the eye contact we would share sometimes in English, the teasing, the banter, our weird conversations. Just you in general.
But you won’t remember me vividly like I do to you.
At best, I would be a foggy memory. A blur of some sort. Just someone who was a good friend that turned into a stranger.
I know that I have lost you for good, and I am truly sorry for ruining our friendship. For thinking you could like me, like I do dearly to you.
