You are not the first, you know this.
You are not the first your beloved has been in love with.
Your hand is not the first to have been held.
You are not the first to taste their good food.
You are not the first to teach them how to love.
You are not the first they have wrote a love letter.
You are not the one they have had the most profound relationship with.
There is so much that you will not know about the person you love; there is so much that you will never experience with them.
You are not the first to hang out with their friends.
You are not the first they have went on trips with or took long walks with.
You are not the first they have did dumb stuff with.
They have been there, they have done that.
You were not there that fateful night when they started the project and gained everything.
You were not there when they were going through a rough time. You were not there to console or to celebrate with.
This time was before you.
You know that the person you love has loved someone before you, perhaps just as wildly as they love you (or even more). They loved before you, in the deepest, most heartbreaking of ways. Without you, before you.
They have shared their lives with others. They have spent their days with another.
They have known another and still wanted them.
They have listened to the crappy parts and shared their little secrets with another.
You are not the first their parents have met.
You are not the first they have been more comfortable with.
Before you, there was someone ― baby, darling, sweetheart ― someone who occupied the space you now do.
When the person you love reminisces of moments you did not share, you will feel as though they have lived a whole entire life without you. And this is true ― they lived a life without you.
You are not the first they have cried over.
You will not be the one they loved in the most maddening way.
You will never have any of these things.
― Inspired by true events