I had this thought a while back and it intrigued me. What if we stayed with our first loves? Like the first person we actually loved was the person you spent the rest of your life with. That might lead to a few problems, but it's an interesting thought, isn't it? The first person you love might not love you. Would that mean that since you stay with them, they stay with you until they love you and then it's all fine and dandy? And you better hope that the first person you fall in love with is the one you're supposed to be with, otherwise you're screwed. Just a thought I thought I'd share :)
Much love and be free,
Avery
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