She went, go write.

"About what?" I questioned back.

Write about love. You never do that.

"I did, I wrote about love."

Write about love again.

"You know I hardly can."

Yes you can, write about love.

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Funny how she wants me to write about love. I never knew love with a man. I only knew love with my family, friends - I suppose. It is only right that I should know about familial love in the first place.


"Dear first love.
That's why don't blame me if I don't know how to love you,
I never knew how to love a man before."