My first, my last, my only.
So cliché, but it’s true.
The first person,
I gave my secrets to.
The last one who broke my heart.
The only person to know the real me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Because you made me see the real me.
The me, that I could be without you.
The strong me, that didn’t have to rely on your pretty words.
The beautiful me, that could give myself butterflies.
The only me.
Happy Valentine’s Day.