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Please save your lives for the sake of your love. Love Ada

said Bryan, emphasizing his sentence. Paula can only smile watching her best friend and boyfriend who are arguing. It's been a year since she's been in a relationship with Bryan, there's no fighting in their relationship. Paula feels that she is the luckiest in this world because she has a very understanding and very handsome lover. Paula hopes that there is no affair between them, or whatever it is that will break the relationship. Nothing can beat first love, right? So, the word first love reminds Paula of her start to a relationship with Bryan, who is notoriously bad. Thi is where their story begins...

She thought it is just one-night stand, why the hell did the doctor tell her that she is pregnant now?!

Logan looked forward to their next date. Logan went to school the next day, with a radiating smile on her face. She was beginning to experience the feeling of first love. Logan found the first person she ever wants to be with. The first one she ever had feeling for. She looked forward to seeing him and wanted to spend time with him. As they danced the night away, she felt a connection, special bond, with him. Charlie is her soul mate. She knew there would always be a place for Charlie in her heart. It was love on the first date.

"What you and Dr. Whitmore did out there… was incredible. I ruined everything. I never deserved you. "I know you're never going to forgive me, and I'm not trying to throw a pity party," Damian said, his words jumbled as he stumbled through his thoughts. "But I need you to know… I missed you every single day of those four years. "Back on that train, you weren't the only one who fell in love at first sight." I already knew he and Camille were over. The moment the live stream ended, viewers dug up their identities and dragged them all over the Internet. They trended for three days straight, subjected to endless criticism.

Last night, my medical report came back, confirming I was five weeks pregnant. I texted my husband immediately to share the life-changing news, but Laurent Maddox never replied, let alone came home. The next day, I saw photos of him on someone else's social media feed. He was sitting front and center beside another woman, wearing a rare, gentle smile. I recognized the woman as Serena Gallagher. She was Laurent's first love and a permanent fixture in his heart. The irony was endless. I had chased Laurent for four agonizing years, only succeeding in marrying him when Serena left to pursue her ballet dreams in Paris.

"Are you okay, honey?" At the sound of that word—honey—something surged inside me. I grabbed her hand, and the words came tumbling out. "Let's get married." She froze. Then her eyes curved into happy crescents. "Okay."

Maddie relayed to Kathy the part about falling in the water and taking her wet clothes to dry them in front of the fireplace in Mason’s cabin. “And when he brought my clothes back, this was in the sack, at the bottom,” she finished. Kathy grinned. “What a great ‘meet-cute’!” “Meet-what?” “A ‘meet-cute’,” Kathy repeated. “It’s a phrase that screenwriters use to refer to the scene in a movie where the guy and gal first meet.” “Oh,” Maddie said, turning a little pink. She sipped her coffee as Kathy glanced over the business card and note.