How are you?

Well, do you want the truth here, or the lie that I tell people?

I tell others that I have already overcome you and that I have already forgotten you, but the truth is that I still love you and I do not forget you. I think of you every night, every day. With each shot of whiskey and each trace of the cigarette, I think of the days we would spend together; laughing, singing, smiling and loving us.

I remember the places we went to, our favorite bench in the park feels emptier now that you're not sitting next to me. The nights we spent talking until the birds of the morning sang. The afternoons where I used to hug you, telling you that everything would be fine.

I miss those days, where everything felt safe and I, I felt like the luckiest person in the world. In short, I still love you. But I do not think I can go back. The damage is done, and my only soul that I have is broken.

So good night and goodbye, my first true love.

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