The first to; first not to

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I remember it all vividly as if it were yesterday.

The grace of your skin against mine, the warmth of dusk.

Your voice—I still hear it even when dusk falls.

Your smile, and how it paints your face the color of roses.

Your touch, and how it made me feel safe and loved.

The kiss that left a mark on me.

You were the first to make me feel everything, yet the one to make me feel nothing.

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