rewind.

if I could do my first love over again, I’d learn how to look in mirrors and start loving the person I should have loved first — me.

I wouldn’t drown in the ocean of the eyes of the boy who sat across from me in class leaving me with no life jacket and no hand to pull me out from the waves.

I wouldn’t let the fireworks of his thumb grazing over my hand blind me from the addictions he put before me.

I wouldn’t let the sound of his voice saying “you’re beautiful” deafen me from the “you’ll never be anything like her.”

if I could do my first love over again, I’d learn how to shout my worth from the top of downtown buildings instead of whispering “I love you” into the lips of someone who didn’t love me back.

 

 

 

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