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But her voice held a deep sadness. “He was kind, everything I had ever dreamed of,” she continued, glancing at me briefly. “I loved him, and he loved me too. We stood by each other through thick and thin.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. If they loved each other so deeply, why were they no longer together? “But then, she came back. His first love,” she said, her voice breaking. I felt a pang of sympathy for her. “His first love? From before you two became mates?” I asked hesitantly.

For some reason, he had never been able to destroy it, even when anger and regret consumed him. Zayn walked over and traced a finger along the glass. The image of Aurora in her wedding gown, her smile hesitant but radiant, pierced his heart. “She was my first love,” he admitted to the empty room. “The one I didn’t even realize I had until I lost her.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he buried his face in his hands. Fate had been cruel, tearing them apart and filling their lives with misunderstandings and bitterness. But now, it felt like destiny was giving him another chance.

And she whispered back – without even one tremor of hesitation or fear – “I love you, too.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed following the individual and group stories of the ‘Fighting For Love’ series characters. ‘Fighting Love’ (Fighting For Love #3), the next book in the series, is Reena and Mitch's story and and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to please check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

The flame briefly illuminated her face…sharp cheekbones, hollow eyes, lips curved in cruel amusement, and her noticeable grey hair. “The part where they reconnected,” I prompted, keeping my tone steady. “Yes,” she said, eyes gleaming. “They rekindled their love. Because apparently, the lady wasn’t happy with her husband. And well… they couldn’t stay away from each other.” I froze. Wait. No. Her tone, her choice of words…it wasn’t just a story. It was their story. Her and Father’s. But then… who was the first love in this version? “And somehow,” she continued, exhaling smoke, “the woman got pregnant for her first love.”

Every breath I took was for him and him alone. He would bring upon me my first everything’s. Well, almost everything. And the raging hormones that I had finally begun to feel would continue to build. Forever thirsty. Forever needing. And only he could quench it. With all of these stirring emotions and feelings I was unable to grasp, I started writing in a diary. Hoping that would lessen the need a little more. Not knowing that it would be used against me to encourage the raging fire within me. The one that burned for him. One’s first love is a special thing. Almost nothing compares to it. Discovering how deeply you can feel about someone. It’s…intoxicating. He was my drug. And I’d overdose.

"Three years have passed since you left me, Rehaan. But still I feel that you are here near me. If only that night, I could tell you how much I loved you. If only I could change the past. People say, with time, all wounds heal. But I don't believe that. You are my first love. And I know I was yours, too. Every moment that I have spent with you is very special. I remember everything, our first dance, our fights, our last dance, and our last moments together."

Each time, I loved him more. Josephine’s POV I began writing again. Pages filled with our story the real one. The version no one else knew. Not the pain. Not the bitterness. But the moments that mattered. The stolen kisses. The late-night laughter. The promise sealed in blood. The child that became a bridge. I wasn’t writing for the world. I was writing for Noah. So he’d know how loved he truly was by both of us. Noah stood at Kenneth’s grave weeks later, letter in hand, wind brushing his face like a blessing.

Author other Books . . Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) -Completed Sixteen years back, my family said he was like my brother. Ten years back, my friends said he was my crush. Eight years back, I confessed my love for him. Six years back, he left me, breaking my heart into pieces. Now, we met again on the day when my marriage was announced to someone else. This re-encountered made me realize that I still love him because I can't help falling in love with him again & again & again.

Matt even stared at him while a hand holding a beer was resting on the back of the sofa, and a foot was resting on the couch. “I will tell you the difference between first love and true love so you know who Gaby is. First Love, she’s your everything. It seems to be the worst when you fight, but in general, the only thing you fight is jealousy, childishness, and embarrassment. In first love, it’s okay even if you don’t meet every day. You can easily fall in love with her and always think she has someone else, so she has no time for you. It’s also possible she just asked you, and then you’re super defensive; you’re being chatty. She is not your priority most of the time, and the breakup is lik