Somewhere in forever, We'll dance again

 


What really defines first love..?

 A confession under the street light.

A confession that hasn’t been made yet.

Obsession of the feeling or Possession of how we felt

I feel all the above could perfectly fit inside as an answer. And speak for itself..


Is It really the oxytocin in our brain or the way we felt when we realized we were loved for the first time? Which one of it, do you think is more addictive? A little bit of both. 


All the first love need not be a garden of roses. Even thorns make it look beautiful, when you can feel the pleasure behind the pain. The ones that last until the end are lucky they say, but we can be the damn luckiest if we shared this part with the right person for even a shorter period of time.


Do we really have to hold our hands at 70 to justify our first love? Do we really have to prove it to the world that it was magical? I don’t think so..

The two hearts know, and they care, and they grow together, miles apart from each other.


The sparks would neither fade.. nor we would wish to escape.


They did give us a beautiful gift of a lifetime companionship.


The eyes has a lot to say, but do we ever look at them? They might say: “I do want to call out your name one more time..”


Those who haven’t experienced first love yet, buckle up, you are in for one hell of a ride..!

                                                                            - Bhavishya JS


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