I like someone else.
I can finally say that now.
And this time, it's actual.
It's not a rebound.
Nor another comparison to you.
He's really nothing like you.
And that's exactly what I needed.
YOU ARE READING
The First
Short Story"I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say." ~Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca You were the first one. And no matter how hard I try, I can never forget.
