"First"

"Everything he says to you, he said to me first, first.

Everything he's done to you,

Everything he feels with you,

Everything he has with you,

He had with me,

first, first ”

Maybe it was her petty jealousy, or the fact that she could still feel his lingering touch, his breath all over her body. It ignited her, set her whole body ablaze, and it wasn’t a secret that what they had was pure passion, filled equally with emotional affection and intense anger. They couldn’t be duplicated, doomed to extinction now that their fire had burnt out in the barren dirt. Her fingertips tingle, memories of how his hands ran up her thick thighs, the rough calluses on his hands a smooth contrast against her creamy skin. Her voluminous curls stick to her skin, the perspiration building up as she continues reminiscing of the scent of her body wash meshing with his.

Now he’s with some other girl, someone in no way better than her. Her new body doesn’t curve against his like hers did, like hers always will. His toned, slightly-tanned abdomen will never find the same rhythmic pace that he had with her. They’ll never make new music together the way they used to because no other melodies could ever sound as harmonic. And now she can’t seem to keep her mind off of him, her mind crowded with images of him in the dirtiest of forms.

His body would engulf her’s, the perfect piece missing from the puzzle. It was pure pain and happiness all at once. It was almost foolproof, an idealized image of a relationship. But that all came to a shattering halt when she started feeling more than just the tingling feeling in her fingertips. He didn’t want anything more than ecstasy, a release from her, and she had wanted just the same. That was until she felt a whole new pace of her heartbeat.

His touch would make her squirm beneath him now, and his urgency would make her feel a thudding that had never been there before. His dirty words never affected her in such a way as they did now, as they did before he wandered out of her grasp.

Now he whispers the same dirty words in her ear, while riding her through waves of pleasure. It’s almost as if those words didn’t mean a damn thing to her, but god they meant more than she ever intended them too. And now all the things he’s done to her are no longer theirs, but are now shared with that girl in the short red dress you had loved so much.

Maybe she was just there for him when he needed to fill a void the most, but it didn’t feel like a fling, or a first even at that. He felt real, he felt honest, or at least he did until he lied, breaking her into a million unfixable pieces. Everything he has with her now will never measure up to what they had, and she knew this.

Now she stands in front of him, running into his strong figure at the record store they had loved so much. She is beautiful, as if a model straight out of a magazine, and she’s wearing that red dress he loved so much. All she can think as she walks away, flipping her hair and standing tall, is how he did everything with her before ever doing anything with the girl in the little red dress. He was her first, and she loved him as any girl loved her first love that couldn’t love her back.