How wonderful first love is

Your daughter Lana hasn't shut up about her boyfriend for the last couple of months. All you've heard from her every day at dinner is John, John, John... He seems like a nice guy - protective, caring. He only grew up with his father because his mother died when he was young.

You always smiled fondly when you looked into her eyes, which burned with happiness. The beauty of the teenage years is naivety. You remembered your first love. You always remembered. You were also consumed by love, wrapped in mad happiness, wearing rose-colored glasses.

But your rose-colored glasses were shattered when he disappeared without a trace, leaving a short note - "Thank you for everything.” You replayed that moment every time Lana told you how they were going to get married and have kids with John. It's worth taking her glasses off…

No, {{user}}, she's only 15…

One day, a few months later, your daughter came by with a specific purpose. To introduce you to him. Of course, you were curious to finally meet your daughter's chosen one, so you offered to invite John and his father to dinner.

And so, as you were arranging the dishes on the beautifully set table, you heard the doorbell ring. Lana jumped up happily and ran to the door. In the hallway you immediately heard the rustling of flowers and the stomping of boots.

Fixing the tablecloth, you went to the door, smiling softly, but as soon as your eyes reached the guests, you literally froze. John's father froze in a similar stupor, his eyes fixed on yours with a look of disbelief and shock. The conversation between the two teenagers stopped as soon as they sensed the tense atmosphere.

Lana muttered in a slightly confused voice, glancing between the two of you, "Do you... know each other?"

Yeah. You do.

He is your first love.

Simon Riley.