I used to write about you. Words meant to capture and hold that which moved my heart and mind to places beyond reason. You. All of you that found the places in my soul to be touched, exposed and brought to light. I used to before and after the scars of betrayal you left me. And now, you've been written. Off. But shadows of you will always remain where I erased the words.
I don't think I will ever meet someone that could really compare to you. I could see all sorts of people, and no matter who they are or what they say, they can't capture my attention quite the way you can. They don't make me laugh quite as genuinely. I know people always say your first love is the person you compare everyone to, but maybe they've got it all wrong. Maybe the person you compare everyone to isn't your first love, but your true love. Your soul mate.