Drew Starkey—gosh, the things you could say about him, how he was a gentleman, how much he cared, how much he loved you. How he held your hand every time you guys were walking, and opened the door for you, and other women in need of it, he was the true dream.

The first time you two had ever met, it'd been at a shop when you stumbled into him. Your eyes immediately interlocked, and the spark of love was born, the flame ignited. Every day since then, you'd call or see him, never once thinking about his history, or yours.

Your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined.

The fact was, he had dated many women before you, but it didn't matter who they were, but at the same time, it did. Because without them, he wouldn't be who he was, the perfect, kind, well-mannered boyfriend he was, and you'd like to keep it that way.

Every dead-end street, led you straight to me, now you're all I need I'm so thankful for all of the girls you loved before. But I love you more.

"You know I love you, right?" You mumbled, resting your head on Drew's chest, which was rising and falling slowly with each breath. "Of course, and you know I love you, right?" He asked back, looking down at you, to which you lifted your head and kissed him softly.

"Yes, and I'm thankful for all of the girls you've loved before, who made you this amazing person," You said with a smile, tracing his arm. "But I love you more than any of them." You whispered, melting into him, the warmth sending shivers all across your body. 

Drew was yours, and you were his, and that left you at peace, not a worry in the world.

All of the girls you loved before, made you the one I've fallen for.