People would ask me sometimes: who was your first love? Who was your first kiss? And trust me, I’m not that embarrassed with all the names I’m about to give out whenever I answer … but there’s this little part of me that hesitates. There’s that moment of denial that makes me want to lie about the truth. I mean …

How I just wish you were my first love. How I wish you were my first kiss. How I wish you were my one and only true love.