the one who walked you home
the one you couldn’t help looking for at school
the days of watching sunsets together on the balcony
the days of caring for an injured dog we found on the way home
playing hide-and-seek and teasing each other in the orchard
sharing one bowl of shaved ice at the market
those young moments that once gave us butterflies
I’d love to go back to those shy days of first love
and hear my heartbeat again the first time I held your hand
