You Loved Me First
They will ask me when I first knew I was in love with you. I will sigh and say I don’t know. You loved me first. You noticed me first.
I remember how you would creep up on me in quiet moments, giving yourself to me, to do with you whatever I wanted. And even when I did not know what would become of the relationship, when I barely knew who I was or what to do with you, you stayed.
As I began to enjoy your presence and give myself to you as freely as you gave yourself to me, we began to grow. I began to understand you and the possibilities that could be.
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We have had our ups and downs. Days when I avoided you, and weeks when I didn’t even reach out, but you have never truly left.
Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. You, writing, will always be my constant.
I will always write. What am I without writing?
REFRENCES
Chimeka Garricks’s Lost Stars. Broken People’s Playlist
Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights
