Novel & Cerita After My First Love

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.

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

"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

she asked softly. “Now,” I said, meeting her gaze, “I want to give it a chance. The truth is…” I hesitated, fingers brushing hers. “I’ve never really loved anyone before. You’re my first love. And probably the last.” Her smile faded a little. “Probably?” I smirked. “You really can’t be pleased, can you?” That set her off. “I waited all those years, Renz! Do you know how hard that was? I couldn’t move on because of you—and you’re telling me you weren’t ready?”

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.

The morning of my engagement party should have been a symphony of joy, the culmination of every dream I’d ever harbored. Instead, I woke to a silence that felt heavy, deafening in its intensity. A single, nagging question pulsed in my mind like a rhythmic ache: Does he have a first love? I had tried to bury my instincts for months, but the ghost of his reaction haunted me. I could never quite forget the way he had simply walked out—his silhouette retreating into the night—all because I had dared to ask a simple question: "Am I your first love?"

But the boy who held me last night, who danced with me as if gliding across water, doesn’t have a cold bone in his body. That boy’s heart shone through his eyes, and for just a little while, it shone for me. I will never forget that. Never forget how it felt the first time I felt my heart beat out of time. But it would be even more impossible to forget the first time I fell in love.

I can still remember the day I took the photograph, her exact posture, and her words. I could remember her lips moving to tell me how much she loved me and the big grin that was displayed on my face as I worked on the camera to get a perfect angle. Penelope. She was my first love. The one I had thought was the one for me until she walked out of my life like everyone else. The pain she left was greater because aside from the heartbreak, I was also suffering from the fire incident. She left me at my worst when I needed her the most.

If it were not for the fact that I ran into him at the hospital that day, holding Tammy's hand while she was getting her finger bandaged after accidentally hurting it while cooking, I might never have realized that the reason for his coldness was because his first love had returned. I stood at the entrance of the busy clinic, watching in a daze as he gently cradled Tammy's hand, filled with concern. At that moment, I realized John could show tenderness and care for someone. It was not that he was incapable of it—he just never cared enough about me. I was heartbroken as I returned home. I did not even have the appetite for dinner.

He walked to the side of the hospital bed and dropped to one knee, kneeling at my bedside. "Pearl, I know I was wrong," he pleaded. "But please, don't divorce me. I truly can't live without you." Tears started to roll down from the corners of his eyes. I scoffed, looking at him with a mocking smile. "Hank, when you called me petty on our wedding day, you didn't feel any love for me. When you went on a honeymoon with Susie, you didn't feel any love for me. Now that we're divorcing, suddenly you feel like you love me again?" I sneered. "Your love is really cheap."