my first love he kissed the hickeys and the bruises and all the parts of me that only he had ever touched and said, this makes you mine.
my second love* he taught me you can still feel pleasure when your heart is broken. pleasure so intense, i still dream about his hands on me sometimes. he knew me no further than my body, but,* oh god, *he knew my body.
fiction in vague prose form; might update and add to this, might not.