and very significant to anyone's existence. How would you like to be, the first or the last?
In our teenage years, infatuation is often mistaken as first love. We all have our share of pain and joy. Growing up , the first is normally followed by a second, a third and so on..
When I reached the marriageable age and confronted with the choice to follow my heart, my head, or family traditions, I prayed to God to guide me whom to give my hand. I asked HIM to bless me for the signs to help me choose the man whom I can be his last love...I know it's absurd to wish to be the first and the last.
To me, it doesn't matter if I am not his first or last because he will always be the only and perfect mate to me, who made my dreams become reality...
Indeed, my first...last....and true love is a perfect one! *_*
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