I'll be that person to smack you a little and tell you that you're overreacting, but I'll do it with kindness. :)
You can't change someone else's past, and everyone you meet is going to have one. Hers was painful to her, so instead of staying with that asshole, she's chosen to be with someone who treats her well. Why on earth would you want to mess that up for yourself by dwelling on the fact that someone kissed her first?
"First," by the way, is meaningless because every relationship is different. Her first kiss with you is the only one that matters to her, I promise you. If you're so hung up on firsts, be the first one to take her ice skating, feed her sushi, surprise her at work with a picnic lunch. Be the first to treat her with dignity. She'll remember you fondly when she's 90 for that particular first.
For pity's sake, stop looking at her mouth and seeing someone else's there. It's creeptastic. That's like looking at her butt and thinking about when she wore diapers as an infant -- it's In. The. Past. Obsessing over it is as outdated and Victorian as worrying about whether she ever held hands with a childhood sweetheart and is therefore no longer "pure."
Is it normal to be feel so affected by this?
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I'll be that person to smack you a little and tell you that you're overreacting, but I'll do it with kindness. :)
You can't change someone else's past, and everyone you meet is going to have one. Hers was painful to her, so instead of staying with that asshole, she's chosen to be with someone who treats her well. Why on earth would you want to mess that up for yourself by dwelling on the fact that someone kissed her first?
"First," by the way, is meaningless because every relationship is different. Her first kiss with you is the only one that matters to her, I promise you. If you're so hung up on firsts, be the first one to take her ice skating, feed her sushi, surprise her at work with a picnic lunch. Be the first to treat her with dignity. She'll remember you fondly when she's 90 for that particular first.
For pity's sake, stop looking at her mouth and seeing someone else's there. It's creeptastic. That's like looking at her butt and thinking about when she wore diapers as an infant -- it's In. The. Past. Obsessing over it is as outdated and Victorian as worrying about whether she ever held hands with a childhood sweetheart and is therefore no longer "pure."
Get over that. It's gross.