From Our Readers: To the Guy I Call My First Real Love

It's funny I had my first boyfriend before I met you. And it's funnier that I saw you a month after we broke up. I still remember that time you walked passed by me—how the hot air turned into cold breeze, how the smell of dust suddenly didn't matter since in those few seconds of that moment; you were all that mattered. I still have that look on your face in my mind. You were dull and lonely. You wanted to escape the reality around you.

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