The first love.

Our love is like a fairytale the one we see in movies. So hard to believe yet so tender to feel. It’s magical!

It’s like the first wind of spring which blossoms the whole garden. It’s like the fresh air of summers which washes off the winter from our face.

The endless love of ours which build our little infinity with only love and happiness. The only requirement to experience it beyond limits would be lots of, lots of , and lots of love.

The madness we have for each other seems unreal to people. But we know how crazy we are for each other. The stolen kisses in the backyard and the promises of forever under the stars set us apart from the crowd.

The aimless stroll around the city with laughter rides. Drinking through the same straw and eating at roadside. Falling asleep in the woods and waking up wrapped in each other’s arms.

Wearing your favourite shirt and making love on our favourite song. Only to dance in middle of the night until we we passed out.

Playing musicals on our skins, rhythm by rhythm in perfect tunes, not a single note here and there, sinking deep beneath the skin and discovering the hidden scars which are still not completely healed. We kiss them to tell that we are not alone; not anymore.

Reading our favorite poetry at bright sunlight under the tree, your head on my lap or my head buried in your chest. Crying over some sad lines and then scrolling through the newsfeed to find some memes to have a good laugh among the tears.

Looking into each other’s eyes and wondering what our world would have been without finding one another. Giving butterflies kisses in bewteen the intense eye contacts and saying I love you just with a gaze.

My first love is my last love. They don’t know how does it feel to love and be loved by the same person. It’s the similar feeling to the one when monsoon’s first rain fall on the thirsty earth. It makes the whole world happy and the air filled with fragrance.

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