My First Love I didn't want to let him go. Like a little boy I thought he was safer inside my house. Somewhere I can see him, take care of him. He was happy, but then he kept looking out the window and standing at the door. I couldn't see his face, and kept pulling him back towards me to see if he was okay. But I knew. He didn't want to be here anymore. He wasn't happy anymore. But I couldn't let him go. I couldn't see...he was never a little boy. But like a little boy I wanted him to grow. I knew then I had to let him go. My house was too small and not enough for him. He could never be the person he wanted to be. One day I opened the front door. It is me now who is looking out the window and standing at the open door, Hoping one day to see him again.