I don’t have to be your first love. Everyone deserves to have and hold, even if it ends before we’d like it to. And I don’t need to be your only love. I’ve seen the size of your heart, it’s many rooms, and know there will be vacancies I can’t fill. Wanting you to live forever, expecting that I won’t, I don’t want to be your last. Remembered, yes, but only as preparation for better.