Do Guys Forget Their First Love Novels & Stories

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c

"Well, you were wondering if first love never dies. I find that on a case-to-case basis. And it depends more on the intense feeling than the sexual activity..." She pondered his remarks. "It is hard to understand from your point of view because you don't have many relationships, and Alex has numerous, so he should know." She laughed because she knew about his records when it came to women. "You said that forgetting was simple. It was simple to forget since perhaps you didn't connect with him, or no love was lost. That is not what I mean by first love in my book. Everyone has a unique first love because it is their first time showing affection to someone. Although the memory will always exist

"Do you still love him?" I felt my heart miss a beat. Do I still love him? Is that question even necessary? All these years, I kept lying to myself that I didn't. I trained myself to believe that I didn't love him anymore. I kept feeding myself with the lies that my mind was telling me. I kept teaching my poor heart to forget about him. But what I didn't know was that you can never forget your first loves no matter how hard you try. They just grow to become a part of you for life. Even if you move on, they will always be a part of you because the more you try to shove their memories away, the more they kept coming back with full force. You can never forget them and worse if you still love

"You're so devoted to him, Giselle." He sighed, saying casually, "But does he deserve it, though? I've noticed how he's always going to the hospital lately. He was with a young woman, looking very intimate. It's no wonder he's barely home nowadays." Giselle froze, mumbling to herself, "Is that why I can't reach him lately?" Her eyes reddened pitifully. "Didn't he promise me he'll take care of me forever? How could he abandon me to be with someone else?"

His words halted as his gaze met my red eyes. “The fact that you still remember her, I hate you…” I got up pushing him away, I felt my body burning with these sudden emotions. What am I feeling? Why do I feel so worked up because of it? I slammed the door with all my might, if I had the power I might as well put the world on fire. Why can’t people seem to forget their first love? Is it because it’s unrequited? Because it wasn’t fulfilled? Come to think of it, first it such a good word, we become happy whenever we come first, we feel proud of being firsts but does the meaning change when it comes to love?

He had noticed I had gone silent. "I asked about your first crush and first love but you told me about your first time instead." I said. My voice was smaller than I had intended. Somehow, the thought of his first love hurt more than anything else could have. Everyone says first love is impossible to forget. People find their way back to each other when memories surface. The idea made my heart ache. "First love?" He paused, taking a slow sip of wine before meeting my eyes.

He rubbed his jaw. "Damn How could I forget you woman?, you are the only one who make me feel the meaning of love, and obsession, How could I forget you when you already captured my heart, How could I forget the woman I love for the first time, how could I forget the woman who made me cry and softened my Stony heart, hays,!" he inhaled a deep breathe and grabbed the cigarettes from his pocket.

“ I'm not sure. He must be very hard to please if he does not like you. ” “ I guess so. I have tried to forget him but it's just so hard. I guess it's true what they say, that your first love hits you very hard. ” Mel smiled sadly. “ Dad does not care either. He is busy trying to set me up with another eligible bachelor. ” “ I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were going through all of that. ” I placed my hand over hers. “ It's okay. I never told you. ” Mel shrugged.

" How did you get through Cleopatra not remembering who you were and what the both of you went through? " "It was frustrating at first because I couldn't understand why somebody could forget that they loved you and they could forget what you both said but the kind of love that you and Max will have as a once-in-a-lifetime type of thing and if you can't remember it just trust that he will remember believe in the power of love that it will get you through what you're going through right now." "I've given up on love. You know Maxwell is a combination of both Daniel and Dexter messed up together. I just can't believe he did what he did and I don't know what secrets I'm still going to find out."

Can’t we just let the past be in the past and move forward? How could he say that? We dated for eight years, since we were sixteen…since neither of us even fully understood the meaning of love. Can we not forget everything that happened five years ago? Forget it? Forget everything? Forget what he did to me? Forget what I lost? Forget every fucking thing? Forget love…forget pain…forget…forget… Can’t we just let the past be in the past and move forward? The glass that I had been holding slipped my grip and fell to the floor. The sound of the shards shattering reverberated inside my head along with his words.