Written by akchiis, this is a poem about moving on from a first love. The speaker looks back on a relationship that began in a "blur of colour," when they were young and, by their own admission, naive. They accept that it ended, and they quote the old saying that first loves never last. Rather than dwelling on the hurt, they argue that what counts is the love you treasure afterward.
The speaker feels a mix of tenderness, sadness and quiet determination. There's no anger here. They still care, and the "tear stained pages" show the pain was real, yet they say their heart will "sew itself up." The poem imagines the other person will never read it, which gives it the feel of a private letter. The memories are "shelved aside, dusted," kept close but no longer controlling the present. The mood is wistful and calm, ending on a firm choice: to forge on.