first love.

she was the definition of

innocence,

and he knew that, but that doesn't mean he cared-

instead, he picked her like a rose (as he would've any other)

and his lips brushed her petals and made her

shiver.

instantly she fell in love because now she was no longer

thought a weed but now a gorgeous

flower,

made of wonder of the unknowing

since she's never been loved before.

he was now unofficially deemed her god

since he was slowly teaching her how to love (on her end anyway)

and showed her the magic of caring-

without even dating.

there's no memory of another

kiss,

but the constant thought of one will always plague her mind

although, she can't risk even whispering her

secret desire

or he might wander away.

but his eyes drifted nonetheless,

like wood in the water and when it finally hit the land

another woman appeared and that was better than some

damn rose

and from then she was damned.

all that was left from that one-sided love was a question regarding

that infectious disease

in which involves human interaction and feeling-

did he ever love me?