1st Love

It is far
It is distant
It is meant to be left alone
Yet we all tend to mess with it
In all of us it is shown...

..Love has struck us all
Whether its continuous or ended
Whatever the cause we sometimes move on
But we choose to hold on to the little things that were so special
We don't want to let go
But in time, you just know
That that particular love wasn't right
You sat so long at a light, took four rights, and no matter where u turn, how is it that you End up at the same light?

You think if there would ever be another love like that
You try to move on but your 1st love is the one that sticks
Because deep down you feel that he/she is the one you were supposed to be with.