He is my first love, my first boyfriend, and my first man. The first wound in my heart. Seven years ago he left for another continent, swearing eternal love and promising to come back for me. I waited— even when his messages started coming less and less. I didn’t stop waiting even after I realized he had forgotten me. And then I did the same thing: I forgot him. Mark Zotov, a young NHL star, returned to the city—and this is the worst news of the week!