You were my first.
We were kids who didn't know what love really was. We were just lovesick and in need of a hand to hold.
We gave each other our hands but our hearts were still locked away.
Your mom scared me. She's really sweet and I love her to death, but those heels on that gravel... she made me think of a stripper with bloodlust. She could kill me.
Feelings were lost and then gained back again repeatedly throughout the years between us. I'm still not sure what you saw in me.
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Lovers past and present
Non-FictionMessages to all of my personal lovers past and present. A glimpse into my life for those who don't know me.