My First Love...

Admiring him was like admiring a marvelous night scenery. or a universe. like admiring something  wondrous and extremely vast—pleasing and endless.

staring at his eyes was like staring at the ocean—soothing yet drowning me in.

holding his hand was like holding a butterfly and putting it in my stomach. like filling my body with a bunch of flying creatures that wriggle around pretty rapidly.

loving him was like riding a roller coaster. or like riding the waves of emotion—thrilling, suspenseful, yet exhilarating.

and thinking about losing him was like thinking about how the world would end—everything would be vanishing and leaving me shattered. and when that day comes, i would probably feel lonelier than ever...