You were the first man to love me,
Protect me, tuck me in
And I never doubted that love.
When I was a young girl,
You treated me like I was a person
And not just your friend’s little sister.
You made me feel valuable in a way I did know I could be.
When I was a young woman,
Your sweetness stole my heart.
I believed and let myself know the joy of first love
And the crushing absence of it as well.
As I stepped into womanhood,
Uncertain of who I was and what I wanted.
You dared to love me.
We hurt each other and learned.
Along the path,
You held a unbrella at a bus stop,
Treated me with value and held me in your arms
Wanting nothing more than to show me you were not like them.
Now I stand choosing again.
I will remember the times you loved me
Unselfishly, deeply and openly.
I will not hold to the hurt and claim it
As your way.