The first crush of my life was an absolute charmer.
He made the lonely nights of my teenage, dreamy and warmer.
His first glance took away the beat of my heart.
I thought my romantic journey was going to start.
Towards the roads of passion, my heart drove.
But he declared, it was friendship, not love.
I wondered how flames burn in a sweet, innocent heart.
When that special someone is near or apart.
His memories sear into the loneliness of endless nights though,
But it hurts when the relationship carries a tag of friendship, not love.
Moments fly in the company of a soul sometimes.
Feelings surge, and emotions deepen.
In the dusky evenings, with his memories, is my heart laden.
It beats slowly with the swiftness of the walk of a dove,
But the alarm rings again, it is just friendship, not love.
Lately, I refrain from developing feelings for anyone.
I think Almighty has forgotten to create for me, that special someone.
My heart is shelved under infinite layers now.
Yet I managed to live, somehow.
So, what if I still miss the first crush of my life?
Finally, I realized deep down in my head.
A beautiful life still awaits ahead.
Hearts might break, hurt, and even rip apart by courtships.
For some special souls, love is forbidden.
Destined for them are only, friendships.
– By Chetna.