First

I sometimes wonder if people still do think about their first love.

Because I can't help but remember those dimples of yours when you smile.
Can't help but remember how you're always asking what I'm thinking.
Can't help but remember how you'd laugh at all my stupid, silly jokes.
Can't help but remember every single little detail about you.

And sometimes I wonder if people still hurt whenever they do think of their first love.
Because I do.