After My First Love Novels & Stories

Last night, my medical report came back, confirming I was five weeks pregnant. I texted my husband immediately to share the life-changing news, but Laurent Maddox never replied, let alone came home. The next day, I saw photos of him on someone else's social media feed. He was sitting front and center beside another woman, wearing a rare, gentle smile. I recognized the woman as Serena Gallagher. She was Laurent's first love and a permanent fixture in his heart. The irony was endless. I had chased Laurent for four agonizing years, only succeeding in marrying him when Serena left to pursue her ballet dreams in Paris.

Angel hugged me tightly. "Then I decided that I will never love anyone in my life. I hate the word love because it makes a person weak. In fact I never had any affairs in my life and you know, you are my first love. You are the first girl in my life" I said and she smiled.

In fact, I felt warm in Alliando's arms. "Please, hold on!" He continued to say those lines in a hoarse voice, as if it was the only hope he had in the world. With my remaining strength, I raised my hand and touched his cheek. "Hey, All. You've asked about our relationship, right? I don't know if you remember it or not. But, we are not just ordinary friends. Our relationship is very unique because I am your first love, and you are also my first love.” I was really surprised that I could utter such a long sentence in such a bad condition.

It's only natural that we do so. It's not the first person you say yes to, not even first person to have your virginity, its far more rooted than all of this and sometimes it's the perfect definition of right person, wrong time. Your first love is powerful, innocent but just as much as intense and passionate. It's the most precious of any love and the hardest to forget. That even after many years, those emotions that failed to become strange to you would come flooding back again once you're faced with it again—with him. A lifetime later even, you would stand there in bewitchment and try to convince yourself that nothing has changed.

Or find his family. A poem from an ancient book she’d read in the confines of her childhood home suddenly crossed her mind. Her favorite line had been: “When love exists on a soul level it transcends Time and space… it is eternal. “Hakeem,” Rosalie called out weakly. Hakeem didn’t say anything, he just stared at her, holding onto her hand tightly, while his other hand lay on her stomach tenderly, and tears rolled down his face. “Let's meet again…” She paused breathing heavily. “On the day of the first snow_” Her voice threatened to fail her.

"And you know there's a saying that you can't ever get over your first love, one might meet other people and love them too but a first love will always remain a first love." "I did try loving other people but it never lasted long because I couldn't get over Adams." "I and Adams relationship goes way back and is much stronger that you can ever imagine, I would love to see you try breaking that, it's not like you have a chance but come on honey, give it a trial." She smirked. "I've come back for him Alicia, I've come back for my first love and I won't rest until I take back what's mine, it's a good thing you don't like me either because I'm done putting up a fake smile for you when in reality

" Not just some other man, her first love who wants her back why the hell did you do that? " © #KCMmuoe

She slowly straddled my lap, and I took a deep breath as I felt myself hardening under her. “Your first love would be the strongest. You would feel it in your gut. You would be hurt because of it. Your first smile would be because of it, and I know that it never dies. I am not stupid, I know for fact that her dying would not change how you feel about her.” She said, gently scratching the back of my head. “But I also read somewhere that it said that true never dies, a second love comes stronger, and bigger, cradling the person and his broken pieces. You cradled me on my weakest of states when I feared my own shadow. I know that I am still afraid of a lot more than I can express, but I do have

Lyra said as she ran a hand through my salt and thick pepper hair. Since day one, when Lyra walked into her home and I saw her for the first time alive and awake, I have loved her. I loved her before I saw her for the first time. I knew she was the one for me, and though it was bumpy at first that first night after we met, true love prevailed. My dreams Became Reality. Writer's Note

I deflected. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable answering her question. My mind started replaying memories of my time with Chase, especially the moment I gave myself to him. It was like a broken record that kept flashing in my mind. "You know, someone once told me that we never truly stop loving our first love. Yes, we learn to love someone else, but it doesn’t mean our feelings for our first love completely disappear. Instead, they’re just buried under a new love. And when our hearts become vacant again, those feelings resurface—especially if we reconnect with our first love," Savina explained at length.