First Love, You Know Silly Things Happen

Sometimes silly things happen, like that, now, old night, when we named a star, just to enjoy the following of the cliche, the sibling from the one that brought us apart. Hearts filled with the whole innocence from, You being the one, and I being the best one. What contained bits of the irony of us calling our first love, "forever", knowing with our premature fascination for words that, first, is the start of a sequence, is what comes before all others in time or order, which was indeed what it was. And sometimes not so silly things happen, like us growing apart. or mainly, growing, for us to realize that we were - actually - not that into each other. But back then, in those minds and hearts of two young and naive preteens, we would believe anything that came from the others lips, those lips that were our firsts and till then our only ones, or so we said... to keep up with our diminishing innocence. Do you... do you remember how our star was called?- I asked, that one last night. hoping you did remember, knowing you didn't. To receive the expected answer, which just confirmed what I already knew, and apparently, you did too. After that kiss you said good bye, and never looked back, which was actually fine, cause I had already done that, just that, well, not out loud. Now you know, sometimes silly things happen, like me saying it now, Thank you my first love, I'll never forget those lips of yours, goodbye.