When you just want to feel his hands,
or just to say: Hi'
when you have kissed his lips for the first time,
When his love is all you think about
And there is not a moment of the day
in which you can get him out of your thoughts,
When he has become part of your soul
And the world seems so different when he is not there,
just next to you…
That's teenage love, love in youth,
the one that never came to be developed,
has always been recorded in your soul, mind and heart;
and it is never forgotten ...
as it is enough some memories to stimulate again
the longing and the feelings of:
Will he think of me sometime?
What if I see him again?
And although we have current loves;
those we long to last until death do us part,
we realize that they won’t ever be equal or so inmense
to that first love that was born from a look, a smile and rested on the soul,
the one that made our legs tremble, clouded our senses,
the one we still dream of...
maybe we'll feel it once in a lifetime...
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