This is inspired by a YouTube video I watched a few years ago.

( YOU ARE NOT THIS GIRL! Just imagine you in her place 😉)

You wake up, the warmth of Bill's strong but gentle embrace making you feel safer than ever. The beating of his heart can be heard as you lay against his chest. His rhythmic breathing  slowly making your head rise and fall, your hand on his abdomen, a feeling that keeps him warm even though he feels only the slight touch of your small and delicate hand.

He looks down at you, your eyes closed allowing him to study every beautiful feature of yours. To him, you were an artist, and your heart was your masterpiece.

"I love you," he said in a soft voice after placing a gentle kiss on your head.

You sat up, immediately regretting the absence of his touch. The soft white satin sheets crinkling from the quick movement. He smiled at you, and you back at him. Bill followed suit, now sitting up to be level with your eyes—the wonderful orbs he never got tired of.

"Hey... um, how many were there before me?" You questioned.

He cocked his head slightly to the side, "what do you mean?"

"How many girls did you love before me?" You asked awkwardly.

There was a pause, until he spoke, "love?" He asked with another break between the question, "five. I loved five women before I met you."

The number was higher than expected, but you still wanted to know more, after all he was yours. So, you smiled and nodded.

"What were their names?"

He paused for a moment, looking down but soon returning his green eyed gaze to you, a smile spreading across his lips, "who, what, when, where, why."

Once again, you nodded, "can you tell me about them?"

Bill sat back a bit, looking deep into your eyes with his viridian ones, a pause as he prepared to share the feelings he once had for these women, "Who I loved was a girl from Sweden. I wasn't exactly close to her, but with some superficial facts and a few interactions over the months— you know, like most guys fantasizing over a girl they barely know—," he added while rolling his eyes, "I filled in the blanks like a fairytale author. A-and who she became in my mind was probably more than the reality.

"She was three years older than myself, a college girl. And yeah, I was an infatuated high schooler, but the several times we got to spend together outside of school... it really allowed me to see she also had a good heart and a-a bright spirit. The only problem was, so did just about every other guy," he smiled, a chuckle escaping his lips. "And while she turned me down nicely, I swear... there were times when it seemed like the cliche college girl may have felt something for the typical, awkward, high schooler.

"What I loved, was an old friend. But she was much more than 'just a friend.' We met early in my acting years, and kept in touch through the years after. We saw each other grow, and change, and through multiple relationships. I saw her different boyfriends come and go. She was also there for every girlfriend and breakup of mine. Personality, humor, taste... it was all there. Her and I were almost perfect," Bill said, looking down with nostalgia in his eyes. Emitting a half chuckle, he continued, "The only thing that wasn't perfect, was our timing. We were never single at the same time, a-and WHAT we loved about each other was never enough to leave who we were with. This was something we eventually had to face and accept. And we had to leave behind... what we had.

"When I loved, was my first girlfriend in high school. It's a bit unfair because it embodies the culmination of both love and youth. The feeling of young love is unique a-and impossible to replace or replicate, because we can only be that age once. High school was a time of innocence, discovery, and adventure," Bill emphasized with a shine in his viridian orbs, "We shared these three elements together and things like: our first kiss, late night sneaking out, and matinée movies. All of which now have become... a nostalgic love, preserved in a time that neither of us can touch, but know was there. Even though we were just kids, there's not a doubt in my mind that we were there. We were in love.

"Where I loved was the girl I met in Los Angeles. I never intended to stay there that long. It was just a, six-month filming session for my latest film. But it all changed when I met her. Soon a year had passed, and somehow another year after that. I couldn't leave the city; I couldn't leave her," he added softly, raising his eyebrows and glancing at you, "Maybe it was my desire to be on my own, or prove something to everyone back at home, but she helped me accomplish it over there, with a relationship reflective of the city we were in: A new energy, a-and new experiences that REALLY pushed me to mature more than anyone... or anywhere else. When people ask me what city I love the most, I say, 'LA.' The city where I loved the most.

"Why I love was a, close friend of mine who passed away. She told me after she was diagnosed that, death was not what saddened her the most. But, the fact that she never really felt like she had fallen in love. She wouldn't get to have those emotions: good and bad. Of being hurt, and of being loved. After she passed, those words stuck with me the most. Teaching me to see that, one of the greatest gifts we have of being alive is, the ability to give, receive, and even lose love. There are so many like her, whose lives end before having any of those experiences. What a waste if, we don't strive to love in our lives. She made me understand why. Why waste this life not loving?"

You sat back, a sigh being emitted from all the waves of emotions, "I understand now," you say, looking to the side and at the cream colored carpet.

"You are the sixth," Bill reassured as he leaned closer causing you to quickly glance at him.

"The sixth?" you add with a breath and glance up to think, "so which one am I then?"

"You are none of them..."

You give Bill a confused look, about to question what he's saying.

"...Because you are all of them."

Quickly and unbeknownst to you, your cheeks flush pink as you tuck your hair behind you ear and a smile spreading across your face.

"You are WHO I love: the girl on the pedestal, the fantasy, the make-believe things that are-are actually true. You're WHAT I love: the depth, the inside jokes... the best friend. You are WHEN I love: a new history's being started with you. We are the young lovers our older selves will someday reminisce about. You are WHERE I love: because I'd go anywhere just to be with you. You are WHY I love: because before you, I didn't truly understand what I was looking for. And now that we've found each other, you've given my past, and future meaning. You are the sixth; you are The Last."

Hiiiiii guys, I absolutely 💕LOVE and ADORE💕 the idea of this. So thank you to WongFu Productions for creating something so beautiful and really gets you to think about the meaning of love.

Sorry that I haven't really updated in a while. To be totally honest it sometimes takes me a long time to come up with stories. I can be rather picky and choosey on stories so I want to make them the best I can!

Anyways, love you all! 💚💚💚