First love never dies...

I still miss you. Late at night when I get lonely, I think of you. I wonder what you're doing, how you're doing. I wonder if you get enough of rest or if you ever sleep. You've always been so hard headed, you didn't want to sleep at night and would rather prefer to stay up all night.

I miss those times that only you could see right through me. How you could break me so easily, something nobody else could do. Those times you've asked whether I was alright or not, even if in your heart, you knew the answer quite well. I miss the times that even in your silence, you could make me feel a lot better. I miss those times I look at you and I want to cry and laugh at the same time, I want to hug you, hold you tight and never let you go. I miss those times you look at me as if I have gone nuts, then you would whack my head with those affective hands of yours. I miss the way you look at me as if I'm the most special girl in the world. I wonder if you miss me too. I wonder if you miss those times, our times. I wonder if you miss us. But I guess you don't. I know you only treated me as your little sister. You very unruly, very makulit little sister. We just had a special bond, didn't we?

Don't get me wrong. I'm almost over you. I can now think of you and not feel any more pain, or hurt. I can look back at our times and not feel regret. That's a good thing right? I think I can get by without you now. I still miss you, though. I still do. But then I guess, first love never dies, and maybe that's what makes you so special to me.