So certain things lately have made me rather moody. I've begun to think about things differently and I have to say this was the oddest thing for me to think about as of yet. This... Poem? I think it's more of just a collection of thoughts... Uh well it's about my feelings for my first love.

He was a great guy. If he was a furry, he'd probably have been a husky. A red one. We met through friends in high school and took things slow in our relationship. Did the usual things like going on dates to movies, dinner, walking and talking. We even exchanged the occasional hand-job or I'd offer to blow him. Nothing more serious than that. For 3 months I was really happy. And when we finally said those three magical words to each other we made that well known bond of flesh that very night. Then the next day he went on a class trip to Italy.

For two weeks I was sulking and pouting and sighing everyone's heads off. Until I got a call from one of my friends that went to his school. Apparently there was a car crash and my lover had died. If you read my thoughts about it you'll notice I took it oddly well. I didn't cry. I didn't wallow. I just kept on going. What else could I do?

And when I look back on it though... I realize that even though I might have loved him. The fact that we never got to let it grow and explore made it easier for me to move on. Maybe... Probably... But then again, no one can forget their first love.