As he flipped the pages of an old book came out a tattered rose, it was the FIRST rose she gave him.
As he checked his phone to see his day schedule, it was the day she FIRST met him.
As he scrolled down his music library a song started playing, it was the FIRST song she ever dedicated to him.
As he opened his shelf to take out his watch fell a piece of paper, it was the FIRST love letter she wrote for him.
As his face reflected a smile of contentedness, someone came from behind and hugged him tight
It was her.
His FIRST love.
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