Confession Of My First Love

I was in my fourteens
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach
As I confessed my first love.
I stared at my phone
Hoping that you'd reply.
But then time passed,
I still sat waiting.
Then one fine day
My patience was rewarded,
You finally confessed darling
That you felt the same way,
But till then I had become fourty five
And all the butterflies had too died.