first.

day 5.

people say.

first love is always the hardest one to let go.
or to keep.

years ago.
i spared a heart for a stranger that i once knew.
giving utmost loyalty. and devotion .
of great importance.
foolishly thinking.
if i love as much as i could.
i would be loved too.

my first.
the hardest to let go.
and the hardest to keep.

indeed once.
i foolishly loved like a girl.

years ahead.
i am now about to spare a heart for yet another stranger i have come to known.
to give utmost loyalty and devotion.
of an even greater importance.
gracefully knowing.
that today .
i could never be his first.

yet still.
i will gracefully love like a lady.

so.as i linger around within my doubts and past.

of to once first love of mine and of to known not being first to one's.

i realised.
in this life.
it is never important to be the first of someone's love.
but rather to be the last that stood by.
and still make the person smiles.

so for today.
day 5 thought me.
as much as i could not be the first to a stranger.
like wise he is to me.
somehow.
it doesn't matter.
because in the end.
when you finish a race.
its always the final line you crossed that matters.
not the first one when you took off.