There was someone before you.

The fact is that I have always loved you. What began as a sincere interest, turned into an all-out adulation! So, when you finally came around, there wasn’t much left to decide. Deciding to be with you and be yours was as irrational as it could be. And it turns out; any other way would just be not fitting.

What a pair we form! Your wild spirit lets me run with reckless abandon. You shine in my constant swooning. In my loving stares, you immerse yourself. In your ability to spin my world, I find myself giddy with pleasure. The romance fits the irrationality. The madness matches the magic. You and I are one, almost as if there isn’t much room for any other.

But since we are sticking to facts, there is another point that I can only admit grudgingly. I am not your first. You came to me, with your stories already started. I don’t claim that I was unaware of this fact. But as love-struck as I was, your previous baggage seemed tiny.

Further, I was convinced that whatever transpired in your past, I would be equipped to handle it. After all, not being with you was a much more maligned option. Your being with someone else, before I ever came in the picture, was something I could not possibly change.

With this past of yours, sometimes our conversations reach difficult ends. Every time we come clean with each other, I find another fact that further dents our union. I too have a past. But you seem not to care! Nor do you question my love.

I don’t want to walk away. I want you; despite your stories, with another lover. I am willing to take the revelation of further dings and imperfections on your outside soul. I am ready to accept the quirks that you came with. I anticipate being further understanding of your needs. You might have had others before me, but I am here to show you that I am all you need now.

I was naive in thinking that you were perfect. You came so close! Instead, you taught me an invaluable lesson.

While true love can cross oceans, you still stand a fair chance of getting soaking wet.

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