It used to hurt. Thinking about you. Thinking of what we lost. Apparently it hurt so much the nerves in my body thought I was in pain and reacted. That's why my heart clenched when I thought of you. Now I'm at the airport. About to hop on a plane. And it doesn't hurt as much. I still think of you and don't get me wrong it still hurts. But not as bad as it used too. And I can't help but hope maybe it means I'm finally moving on. You will always be my first love. But I have to move on. For as both. And as the plane pulls up. I think I finally have a chance.