Well this came to my mind a long time ago but until now Im putting it online. No Flames.
You were the first person
You were the first person I loved
You were the first person I opened up to
You were the first person who gave me kisses so passionate and unforgettable
You were the first person who always caress me and made me feel loved
You were the first person whose touch always made me warm
You were the first person who cared for me like no one ever has
You were the first person who held me in their strong arms and never letting go
You were the first person who told me 'I love you' constantly
And yet you still chosen her over me
And Now
You were the first person who I chose not to open up to no more
You were the first person whose kisses I had to forget
You were the first person who every time I remember caressing me made me feel unloved
You were the first person who touches always made me feel lonely and cold
You were the first person who didn't care for me anymore and forgot about me
You were the first person who held me in there strong arms and eventually letting go
You were the first person who broke my heart
But I have a question for you before I go
Why did you choose her?
Thanks for reading and if you want check out my other story The Pain That Love Causes.
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