Have you been through a first love? I have.

it's not fluffy, pink and all things sweet. 

In fact, it is more like a rose.

It was sweet at first, no, it was tantalizing even.

He hypnotized me with his warm laughters and calm aura.

He was not like any other man that I have dated and was dating. He was different. 

Whenever I met him, it was as if there were wedding bells that rings inside my head and angels of God telling me that he is the one, he is the perfect one.

But, everything came crashing down all of a sudden. Suddenly, we never talk anymore, and suddenly, he left, taking my heart with him on the process.

It's been a year, and I am yearning for him even more.

Yearning for his love, for his touch, for his laughter and for the return of my own heart.

Is this what people call a one sided love? An unrequited love perhaps? Or is it what people call a lost love? The lover that we missed, the lover that we weren't brave enough to fight for, the lover that we weren't bold enough to leap forward with. 

A story of one warm summer that grows as cold as the winter.

A story of a girl, waiting for him to return her, her rightful summer.