What's done is done. What's past is past. What's gone is gone.

You want to know what makes me love you more than I loved him?






 It’s because when he got me, I was perfectly unused. 






I was fearless, and a hopeless romantic. 






When you got me I was bruised and battered. 






I was afraid of the world and cynical about love. 






And yet, you didn’t leave.