When i say patch things up i dont mean getting back with them. You see, me and my frist love have been friends since we were little. Family friends to be exact!

And from start to finish it was just drama drama drama, we would fight everyday but it didn’t matter because we both knew that no matter what we’d always love each other. He wasn’t just my first love, he was also a brother and a best friend to me. Everything felt different and better when i was with him. Then 4 years ago after a big row it all ended. He left the country i didnt see him again till a year and a half ago.

We gave things one more shot but in the end it didn’t work out. Even though he’s gone again i still want us to be able to talk like we use to, i wanna be there for him and hope he’ll be there for me.