But you never did.
We went on like that for a while before our first, and only major hick up, we broke up for a short amount of time, I nearly threw myself in front of a car and your heart was broken. The sight of you made me want to pull out my eyes and hand them to someone who deserved to see you. I cried myself to sleep, wanting to throw up the wrong I had done. But we pulled ourselves together again. I promised that I wouldn’t mess your heart around again and we agreed not to tread on each other’s toes.
We found mutual ground in the bedroom, one in which we both enjoyed from the sounds of it. Turning out, we were both virgins. Our first time was never going to be pretty and we both knew that. Not that it stopped you from blaming yourself until we got better.