I guess no love could be as exciting and confusing as the first. Exciting. And confusing, I would say.

Well, I always remember that day. I remember the day I told myself I would not let you get hurt again. The day I decided I would help you take the pain away. It wasn’t the day I told myself I loved you, though. I can’t really remember when I did, and now, I guess that wouldn’t matter anyway.

I looked for a proof. But my skills in Geometry wouldn’t apply. I looked for reasons. Yes, you were kind and smart an all, but these reasons didn’t seem to be enough. I looked for answers. But all I could come with was a collection of poems. Written for you.

After a while, I realized something. I thought I was so ready for this thing called love. I hoped, with all my heart, that you would eventually feel the same. I waited for so long. Too long. But the moment I was waiting for never came. We, though all of me seemed to disagree, weren’t meant to be.

Nevertheless, the lines I have written will never be erased. There will always be a very little space in my heart which will contain the love I had for you. And I know that you’ll always be a part of the dream I lost forever.

I know that a lot of people love you, care about you, and think of you. I choose to be the one who used to.

May you have joy, peace and love in life. Take good care of yourself and God bless.

Belated happy birthday.