He was not the first guy I shared my first kiss or had sex with. Who told me I was beautiful. Not my first heart love.

He was the first guy who taught me how to park my car. Who Traced his fingers on my body making patterns while I talk about my day. He was the first one who knew my bad day wasn't anything to do with me PMSing. He was the first man who realised I didn't need just a man but a companion, a friend. He saw all my scars and imperfection and didn't accept me with them but helped be in becoming a better version of me. He was the first one to touch my soul.

Khushneet Kaur