Jealousy
Is it wrong of me to be jealous that you loved them first?
It’s probably silly.
I loved before you.
But, I wish I hadn’t.
I wish I had been with you all along.
I guess I wouldn’t have learned all the things I did, though.
Now I’m your’s and that’s all that matters.
We’re the ones falling in love now.
I am your’s. You are mine.
I’m addicted to your mind. Your humor. Your charisma. Your imperfections.
Your everything.
I love every perfectly flawed bit about you.
I love you.
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