First Time

I seem to have forgotten the feeling, when you first held my hand,

But I do remember that I didn’t feel it with someone else.

I have forgotten how it felt to entangle my fingers around yours.

Yet, I remember that the texture isn’t the same as the one that I hold now.

I remember the absence of butterflies when I kissed next,

I remember the regularity of everything else.

But I vividly remember the hurt and pain, I suffered from your love.

I remember the tears streaming endlessly through countless nights, waiting for your phone call.

I have forgiven you.

I have moved on.

But the fact that you were the first will never be erased.

You do not hold that position for me anymore.

But that feeling of first kiss, still lingers

That feeling of holding hands, still excites

That feeling of pounding heart, still entices

Feelings for the first time get imprinted for life.