I am a son. I am a brother. I am an artist. I am a student. I am her student. She was my first. First infatuation, first 'real' kiss, first love, first..... heartbreak. I gave her everything, including my body and would have given her more. I gave her 'I love you' ....she told me her heart was filled by another, there was no room left for me. We could never be. What we did was wrong. It didn't feel wrong to me. The deepest hurt is a love that you cannot have. It will last the longest, cut the deepest and feel the strongest. It is an imperfect love; a disfigured circle that never ends. You cannot control it; it's as simple as blinking and just like blinking the more you try to stop it, the more the pain consumes you. This is book 3 in 'The Love by Numbers' series. Although it contains characters from the previous books, it can be read as a standalone.About the Author: Avid reader and mother of three from a sleepy village in Cardiff UK. I previously worked in human resource management prior to becoming a stay at home carer and advocate for families of children with special needs. I have been writing since childhood, the bookworm gene an abnormal manifestation as no-one else in my family is obsessed with books. In fact, it is a family joke that I came out of my mother's womb with a book in my hand. I'm happy to say that I've passed this gene on to my youngest child; she has been devouring books since the first day that she could hold one in her hand.