I was so young back then, barely a teenager, and you were my first love. It felt like the world was a kaleidoscope of bright colors, and you were the center of it all. I was head over heels, truly in love, but there was a shadow lurking in the corners of that bright world. It was the whispers of others, the doubts they planted in my mind.
They weren't malicious, just people offering advice, trying to protect me from heartbreak. But their words, like seeds sown in fertile ground, took root and blossomed into insecurities. "You're too young for this." "Don't get your hopes up." they'd say.
I was easily swayed, a young sapling bending in the wind. In an attempt to shield myself from the pain of potential rejection, I built walls. I promised myself I'd just "try" the relationship, that I'd "go with the flow." It was a way to keep my heart safe, or so I thought. Little did I know, those walls would become the very barriers that would eventually lead to our separation.
They weren't malicious, just people offering advice, trying to protect me from heartbreak. But their words, like seeds sown in fertile ground, took root and blossomed into insecurities. "You're too young for this." "Don't get your hopes up." they'd say.
I was easily swayed, a young sapling bending in the wind. In an attempt to shield myself from the pain of potential rejection, I built walls. I promised myself I'd just "try" the relationship, that I'd "go with the flow." It was a way to keep my heart safe, or so I thought. Little did I know, those walls would become the very barriers that would eventually lead to our separation.