To The Boy Who Had My Young Heart

You were my first love,

love in its innocent form

You remind me of cotton candy swirl,

of dragonflies, of airplanes made of paper.

You were my first love,

love that didn’t require anything

I loved you, and it did not matter

if you loved me the same.

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