I may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves me now, what else matters? She's not perfect - aren't I either, and the two of us may never be perfect together but if she can make me laugh, cause me to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, I'll hold onto her and give her the most I can. She may not be thinking about me every second of the day, but she will give me a part of her that she knows I can break - her heart. So I mustn't hurt her, change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes me happy, let her know when she makes me mad, and miss her when she's not there.