I won’t lie to you—
There was a girl once.
Not a fantasy,
but a fire I tried to hold with bare hands.
She didn’t break me,
but loving her made me bleed in verses.

Yes, I wrote poems that smelled like her.
Yes, I smiled at memories I can’t erase.
But no—
She wasn’t you.
She was the storm I mistook for rain.

When you ask me,
"Who was she?"
I won’t flinch.
Because you won’t be standing in her shadow—
you’ll be the light that ends it.

You’ll never have to compete with my past.
You’ll be the reason I finally leave it behind.
You won’t need to fight for a place in my heart—
you’ll walk in and find the room already made.

You see,
she was the chapter that taught me pain.
But you…
You’re the page I’ll never stop rereading.
Not because you’re perfect—
but because you're real.

So when the questions rise in your chest,
when jealousy knocks on your ribs,
just remember:
I’m not here to hide anything.
I’m here to build something
so sacred—
even the past kneels in reverence.

And if I ever look into your eyes and say,
"You're the only one I see,"
know this—
it's not because there were no others...
it's because none of them stayed long enough to become forever.