the first time

I am really selfish when it comes to first experiences. If you ever tell me you’re watching a movie, reading a book or trying anything for the first time, I will get really jealous and wish I was there with you to experience it. I want to see your eyes light up, the way you laugh or lean in closer as you get lost in the climax. I want to see it for myself. I want to be there with you when you’ve developed your own opinions, and talk with you about them. What you think I want to hear isn’t enough — be honest. This is why I need more than messages; I need your physical presence sometimes. Most of the time. We try to represent our best selves to one another, but sometimes it is the little things we forget that make us fall in love in the first place.

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