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First love

She was my first love, the first girl to ever make me realize that the still beating object encased by my lungs was capable of loving another.
Her hair was the color of burnt leaves on an autumn day, and god how I loved her.
She lit a fire inside of my chest that I hadn't even known was there in the first place,
And she showed me that it mattered not who I was in love with, but instead how their soul fit inside mine.

Her lips tasted of the finest honey and fresh lavender, and she was the first woman to show me the world.
She was my first for everything, she showed me that the still beating object encased by my fragile lungs was not incapable of loving such a being like her,
And that love was more than just a gender, that love was as versatile as flowing water.
She was the first woman I'd ever loved, the first person to ever make me feel alive.
She is why I celebrate pride