I don't want to marry my first love.
I don't want to marry the first person who looked at me like I was made of gold.
I don't want the first person who took my body, and showed me how love should feel, to be the one who does it forever.
I want my first love to be deep.
I want my first love to be a catastrophe.
I want my future husband to know that my first love made me this way.
He was sweet and beautiful and perfect for me.
I want my future husband to know that my first love is stilled buried deep inside my heart, because he taught me how to love myself.
He taught me that love is both for me and him.
But, I need my future husband to understand that even through all of that, he is still the one who I chose to have my forever with.
While my first love was perfect, it was childish and we relied on each other too much.
We loved too hard too fast and we knew we wouldn't last forever.
We were quick sand.
But you and me, my dear husband we are cement.
-We are cement IRP