“I was your first,” I started. “It shouldn’t mean that much to me, but it does. It did. And you were so fucked-up for so long that I assumed I’d be your last too. I thought it would be impossible for you to feel your way through the dark to someone else, especially when I was right there in the dark with you. Waiting for you. Why didn’t you just say the right things to make us better? Why didn’t you come to me?”
