Some words to my first love

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My old flame, This morning, I met you again. When my boss introduced you as her new boyfriend and new client, I was a little shocked. Since many years we haven't met each other, I have tried so much to destroy all about you in my memory. But now every events come back to me, as lively as it happened yesterday. Those days, I was just an innocent eighteen year girl. It was you who brought me to the world of love. You showed me many wonderful things. But it was also you who taught me the feeling of being cheated. When we got apart, our friends rumoured that I had kicked you, that I was just a gold-digger. What could I say then, that you went to hotel with my close friend, and I'm waiting for you nearby through the night; that I couldn't make love before marriage, so you had to find it with someone else? No way, I lost my love, my friend, but I couldn't lose my self respect. And you, have you ever thought of the hurt that you caused to the girls you abandoned? Or they're so many that you can't think of all? This afternoon, we had to go out for work together. First that made me uneasy. If boss had known our story, she would have chosen another to accompany you. And you led me to the the road that we often had walked. I didn't know your intention, you wanted to restart or to hurt me once more? I hoped not, because it was too late. Everything was not as bad as I had imagined. Taking step by step beside you, I realize that I totally forget what I felt about you, though I still remember what we said and what we did. You tried to recall me of our experiences, but my mind was full of images of my present love. You know, he's not as handsome as you, but he never flirt other women. He's not as rich as you, but every penny he spend is earned by himself, but not from his parents. He's kind to everybody, even the poors that he doesn't know, but not only the beautiful girls. You're still hot, but that's superflous to me, I need warming, and he has it. You made me cry, but he dried my tears. It was 5 p.m, we were at the end of road. This time I left you here to search for my own love. He was waiting to give me a lift. Before meeting you, I had figured out several cruel words to talk with you. But I just said "I'm happy now". I hated you, but now I deeply thank you. Since you left me, I had the chance to meet the real man of my life. PS: I wish that you'll be serious to my boss ( though you casanova face tells me that you doesn't change). If she's heartbroken, she works much more, and she makes her agents (including me) work with her. It's tough.