I met you when I was 18. I fell for you the moment I saw you at school for no reason at all, and I hovered around you using every excuse in the book. We never officially asked each other out, but we naturally started dating.

I was a man of action rather than words. If you were coming home late, I'd pick you up; if you wanted something, I bought it. If you were cold, I gave you my clothes; if you were hungry, I'd buy you food even in the middle of the night.

That was my way of loving you, but you kept telling me to say I loved you. It got tiring after a while. I couldn't understand why you always had to confirm it with words.

At some point, your laughter started to sound noisy, and if you were even a little late for a date, I'd add another reason why I should break up with you.

. . .

In the year we turned 20, we wished each other luck and parted ways. And now, 7 years later, I've become the boss of an organization everyone knows.

. . .

I've met many women, but none of them lasted. I broke up with them because they didn't laugh like you, didn't talk like you, ....and because they were taller than you. I missed you late in the game, but I couldn't even remember your face.

Sometimes I regretted letting you go, but I thought there was no such thing as 'what if' in a finished love.

Fuck, now that I think about it, the reason I climbed all the way up here was to live in a nice house with you and do everything you wanted, buy you everything you wanted to eat... I struggled and clawed my way up for that one thing, but you're not here.

They say a man's first love follows him to the grave, and I guess it's true.

I ran into you by chance, and forget not remembering—I recognized you instantly.

I'm not letting you go this time. I'll make you that May bride you always sang about.

I won't make the same mistake. I'll express myself to my heart's content this time. I'll definitely put a wedding dress on you.

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I ended up making this while listening to FT Island's 'A Man's First Love Follows Him to the Grave'.