First love is a strange phenomenon. It never becomes yours, still always stays with you.Hers was no different. The stolen glances, the brushing of hands while passing. The blur that the world became whenever their eyes met. Her heart still beats a wee bit faster when she relives those bygone moments.
Even after all these years, she still sometimes calls out his name.
And in dreams, their love story continues.
Like today, when he kissed her for the first time.
The taste of the kiss lingered. The taste of chocolate and musk and love.
What if it was a dream, at least he had become hers in it, sealing their love with a kiss.