First love

With every heartbeat, you're further in history. You, my first love.
It's like, for you, it doesn't matter anymore. But for me, you're still here, inside my heart.
The memories so fresh, like it was yesterday. And still i recognize the smell of your perfume. No, it's not that i miss you. But it's like i still keep you in my heart. Like you're the one who introduced me the 'mature world', the real love. I don't think my heart still beats for you, but it still isn't able to let you go. But i guess, with every heartbeat i leave a peace of you behind me