First Love

He was my first true love. Then I am 19 and thought I wanted to move on to move on to new things. Left, went on to new things. He wanted me back. Said no. I have a new life. Funny how things change. Woke up one day and missed him so much. Wanted him back. Too late, he has moved on to new things. Strange how you always want the things you can not have. I am 21, we did see each other. He was not willing to trust again. He was committed though and not willing to hurt another. Still friends though. Secretly still carried the feelings for him. I know he knew. No words needed. Saw him at 30. Talked and laughed. Saw him at 40. Talked and laughed some more. Then it happened. He died in that terrible accident. There would never be a chance to share again. I miss his smile. We were not meant to be. I cry when I think of him. Right now.