I think, sometimes it’s okay not to be someone’s first. You know, first kiss. First love. First travel buddy. First sex. First in everything. Right from this moment, I just figured out that it’s fine to be the last one. The last touch. The last cry and the last love because every person in the world will remember his/her ‘last’ as much as he/she remembers his/her ‘first’
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