I sighed deeply as I stared at the faded photograph. That first love tattooed on my soul with indelible ink.
I still calmly remember his smile, my only light in the darkness. We loved each other madly, inexperienced but intense like a raging fire.
Her kisses remain engraved on my lips, a sweet memory that turns bitter when I think of that distant night that ended it all.
Inexperience or perhaps fate itself conspired to separate us. A love like ours, so pure and passionate, was too much for this world.
The snows of time have begun to populate my temples, making me reflect on the ephemerality of life. I wonder if in the slow coming and going of the years, she still remembers me.
Of that young man in love who one day left with his heart shattered, condemned to treasure forever the goodbye of that first love.