You are not my first love.
I know I've truly loved at least one person before you, and probably countless more.
I love so easily.
I hurt so easily.
I was so scared to love you, but now that I do, I am in bliss.
But you aren't my first love.
I can't say that you mean more than my first love because I honestly don't know.
I can't remember it clearly, but I know when I hurt her, it was the worst pain in the world.
You are going to hurt me.
I know it.
After all, I am your first love.
I am the experiment.
I am not meant to be your last.
So you will move on without me.
Your heart will be entangled with mine for quite a while after you leave, but we will eventually only have one small thread left.
That thread will be left until you find your final love.
It will fray over time until it eventually can't take anymore, so it finally floats slowly to the ground.
You will see it fall and let it stay down.
By that point I will be long gone.
I'm afraid I won't be able to last long in this world with the third and final heartbreak.
