Novel & Cerita A Thing Called First Love

Gwendolyn Stone Today, was just so annoying and embarrassing, I wouldn't let him kiss me without my permission anymore, now I just confirmed what people say to be true, he his a flirt, the idiot stole my first kiss, how dare him, I couldn't even do a , he must have been so pleased with himself. After thinking for hours, I fell asleep, I'm sure Damon's Parents were still downstairs but I cared less. Gerald Damon

he asked with a respectful tone. I stood up and walked towards the view of the new york street enclosed by a glass wall. I swirled the drink in my hand contemplating how to deliver my message. I am so obsessed with my Winter but I wasn't sure if it was love. It is impossible to love a person in the span of a few months but I knew I never felt this way about anyone else I dated before, not even Gwen whom I had thought I’m in love with. “I want to get married for real” I wasn't sure If Steven was surprised by my words but he didn't show it.

She began to read. "How do you know if someone is your first love? My mother used to say that first love has a magic all its own. It’s a feeling that no one else could ever make you feel so completely, even if you’d been interested in others before. First love casts a spell that stays with you, making it hard to believe you could ever love anyone else quite the same way.

There's a popular saying about how you never really get over your first love. Several arguments regarding whether it's a myth or if it's indeed true, controversially, i'll agree to the latter. There's something about loving someone for the first time that insinuates that it's your deepest—your most vulnerable. That love represents your youth, a younger and much simpler time that most people long their whole lives for. It's a life changing experience, feeling so strongly for one person to have it all devastatingly end.

What do you think about your first love? For me, the feeling of falling in love for the first time is so innocently sweet and daringly uncontrollable. You can’t pick who would be your first love and sometimes, he could be someone completely random. The boy who held your hand during your first sports day in primary school. The boy who just moved in next door. Your handsome homeroom teacher. Your older sibling’s best friend…or in my case, my stepfather.

Love, one word that can change a person completely. A word that has enormous influence. It controls your feelings, your thoughts and your actions. Something intangible but its existence can be felt. Something dangerous but also something that is very much needed. Do you still remember how your first love was? Love that is manifested or may not come true but always thrills the heart when remembering it. People say first love will never last but first love can’t be forgotten either. It’s because first love is always stunning and teaches us so many things.

"No trouble at all. They even gave me a ruby jewelry set." "God, I'm jealous," she muttered. I shifted topics, something that had been nagging at me. "Do you think first loves are really that hard for men to forget?" Lillian was half-distracted, thumbing through work messages. "Oh definitely. Haven't you seen, like, every movie ever made about this? First love snaps her fingers, and men come running." Midway through her sentence, she finally registered what I was asking. Her head snapped up. "Wait, Aiden had a first love? No way. As far as I know, the man hasn't had so much as a female mosquito near him..."

My heart feels like suddenly held by her hand and she's being careful holding it that it might break if she doesn't. “Me too.” I say. But it seems like I find no more words to say except these two words. Because “me too” feels safer than to say nothing at all. She's my first love. The first girl who ever saw me. The first girl whom I ever kissed so sincerely that I was afraid of ever let go. The first girl who loved me tenderly and without anything in between. It was real. The love between us. And I hope this thing right here with me and her, will never end.

explained Isabelle. "I agree, this is different from pure first love, where I had fallen hard and fast, then asked questions later when nothing materialized," Hazel brooded. First love is a product of age, environment, stage of life, or never having experienced that indescribable feelings. Perhaps, our heart is a clean, untainted slate, yet to be damaged. As long as life goes forward it's growing and evolving. Each new relationship isn't starting from square one because we are able to look back and reflect to make sure that we have learned from our past experiences.