Most of the time we want to be the first person, no matter what’s the circumstances is. If not than we feel ignored or less important.

But, believe me being the last one is more precious than being the first.

What would you choose, to be someone’s first Love or the Last one?

Have you ever been someone’s last hope?

How will you feel if you are someone’s last person to have whole day long conversations?

Have you every been someone’s last bye of the day?

Have you ever had that feeling about being someone’s last thought at the end of the day?

Sometimes being last is more worthy.

Feel blessed if you are someone’s last...

I’d feel even blessed to be any man’s love(sigh).

I don't want to be someone's last thought, it means they were too busy during the day to spare me a thought.

I liked it ... writing out of the box is cool ...