Firsts

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I want you to tell me the name of your first love.
I want to know why you loved her and I want to know why you think she loved you.
I want to know the feeling you had when your lips first touched a woman's and I want to know what was going through your mind at that moment.
Was it the awe that you were actually there and you were actually touching her?
Or was it the thought of another girl who you would rather have shared that experience with?
I want to know why that kiss ended so abruptly and why you left her crying all alone at the end of it all.
I want to know why you left your first love behind and moved on to a multitude of other women whom you shared a multitude of other firsts with.
I want to know if you ever wanted to have a first with me.
Because I want to have all of my firsts with you.

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