There’s a corner of my heart that is yours. Even ten years from now, when I’m no longer the same person who fell in love with you. Some things just stick. I guess you’re the one who’ll come to mind when friends begin to reminisce about their first love. If they ask me about mine, I imagine I’ll feel a jolt in my heart and smile. Then I’ll tell them the truth, or maybe I’ll stop just short of it. If I’m married by then or in love I’ll say, “The first love is great. But it doesn’t count like your last.” And if I’m single and brave I might say, “It was my first love, and it was the last time I owned my own heart.”
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