nostalgia.

Beaverton OR

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she touched my heart in a way i’ll never get back. first love. it’s agonizing. and so long gone now, yet still as fresh as if it happened yesterday. goodness i lose myself in the feeling. it’s all i want to feel. remembrance. it draws on me. calls upon me to isolate and do nothing but become whoever it seemed like she saw. it was probably all in my head. maybe never returned. first love. chemicals. pain. gut wrenching. and nobody to share it with. nobody to tell me it’s okay. it’s not okay. it will never be okay. not as long as i dwell on it. and i always will.