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It was a romantic evening, and we were having a candlelit dinner. My boyfriend suddenly put down his glass, looked at me seriously, and I could sense a mix of tension and anticipation in his eyes. I knew he was going to ask me something. "Honey, tell me the truth," he said in a low, serious tone. My heart started racing, knowing that this question could change our relationship. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to answer. "How many guys were there before me?" he asked, looking straight at me. I blushed, looked down, and whispered, "You're actually my second..." I knew this answer might surprise him, but I couldn't lie to him. I wanted our relationship to be built on honesty and trust. My boyfriend didn't say anything; he just looked at me, seemingly thinking about something. After a while, he spoke up, "I'm glad you told me the truth." His voice was filled with warmth and understanding. I felt a sense of relief, knowing our relationship could withstand this confession. We continued eating, and the atmosphere became more relaxed and enjoyable. My boyfriend told me he was happy I was his second. I knew this confession marked a new beginning, and our relationship became more intimate and real.