My First Love

He will never be mine, although I know it, I think about him all the time.
Even though it hurts, he's the one that hold's my heart.
Even though I know It'll never come true, I still dream of having him all night.
I just want to have him in my darkest hour, but all I can do was to hug my pillow.
It is him who made me cry,
It was him who made me feel different.
Different from all those petty infatuations, different from all those crushes.
It was different, because he is different.
He is all I need and want, yet he is all I've lost and can never have.
He never know it, and I swear he'll never be.
Even though it's hard to admit it, I think I'm in love with him.
I think I just have my First Love.
And I also just had my first broken heart.