First Romance
Her first love was painful, lonely, confusing. He had told her he loved her. Like a fool, she believed him. She was only seventeen; why wouldn't she?
He had hurt her. Physically, mentally, emotionally. He had sold her to the highest bidder and forgotten her existence.
Even now, she doubted he remembered her name. But she would never forget his. She carried that mistake for the rest of her life.
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His first love had been fitting, devoted, and most importantly, loving. He had felt it with his whole being and he was sure she felt the same. What a perfect way to start university, to start his life.
There had been the flowers, the dates, the kisses. Those that had been light as a feather and some, as hot as the fire inside him. His love for her.
If someone asked him now, he would recall it fondly. Why wouldn't he? They had been each other's completely, but one must move on. People go their separate ways and that was to be expected. For years to come, he would fondly recall the time they had spent together. No regret.