First love, the one that got away. I know! Cliche! But so very true for many. Sometimes the end of a first love is a good and necessary thing because it leads to emotional growth. Such an experience makes us better, more experienced! There is no growth without pain, and pain leads to gain. So love and loose, but by all the gods, you must give love a try, or three!

When we first met I gave myself to you,
and you called me your other half too.
Our togetherness was always filled with joy and so effortless,
and being apart felt like utter madness!

When I thought you have this also with another,
I wrestled this feeling but the doubt grew like a cancer.
It took all my mind and might to try and conceal
this betrayal that once embraced would never heal.

In time our relationship became forced and painful,
and lost its sweetness to turn bitter and loathful.
We fought and screamed, and our love went astray,
I can still see your shocked tears as you turned and ran away.

When we first met I gave myself to you,
and that I still belong to you will forever be true.
I learned that you are happy with another, and also became a mother,
and I am so very sorry that I betrayed our love when we were younger.

I wish I was smarter, and knew what I had, and tried harder, for longer, to be present and stronger, 
to believe in our love, like you did,
then maybe, just maybe, what we had would never have faded.

Forgive me for I was just a young, weak and idiot man,
forever yours, your other half, your always loving fan.