"Me: The awkwardness of first love,
The confusion of new feelings.
The scramble of trying to understand yourself...
and your 'friend'.
Dusty: Lukan... did you just say I'm your first love?"
I called him my first love,
but I didn't realize it.
I told him he was my friend,
but I didn't see it.
I confessed that I don't understand,
but I didn't want to.
He brightens my everyday,
perhaps it's love; fallen astray.
what happened to make me want this?
I'm crazed over a stupid wish!
I jeopardize our friendship,
as I dream of kissing his lips.
