Sometimes I still miss you. Sometimes I still wish I had thought about everything more back then. Sometimes all I want is to go back and for things to turn out better. Sometimes I still want to see you again, but I know that if I did there would be nothing good about it, because then I’d only see how far you’ve come since then, and you’d only see how far I’ve fallen.
I have convinced myself that I’ve fallen in love too many times, and don’t know that I ever really have, but until I learn better, I’ll always remember you as my first love.
