The first

My naïveté

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I thought my first person

would be my only person.

I thought you wanted me for forever.

That’s what you said.

That’s what I said,

and that’s what I meant.

But now I know I’ll have another person; maybe one, maybe two, maybe three.

I let go of the idea that there’s only one person for me for my entire life.