Im kinda bored soi guess I'll share something i wrote long back
​
He was nostalgia.
Not a person I could fully hold on to
more like the smell of rain before it arrives, or the quiet ache of watching a sunset when the sky burns orange for a moment and then slowly forgets its own colors.
His face is blurry now, like a photograph left too long in the sun. But once,
once he was the clearest thing in my world.
We spoke in secret glances, in racing heartbeats, in the strange mix of anxiety and excitement that only love seems to know how to create.
He felt like someone I had known in another life,
familiar in a way I could never explain.
And after him…
I never felt that storm again.
Not the trembling hands, not the electricity in my chest, not the quiet, beautiful chaos of falling for someone for the first time.
He was my first love.
Now college is ending, and suddenly my memories run backward,
like a film rewinding itself to the very beginning.
November 2, 2023.
A flash of laughter.
A hallway.
A glance that meant everything.
And there he is again, standing at the start of it all, like a song I haven’t heard in a long time but somehow still know by heart.