Finding My First Love Novelas e Histórias

Kian scanned them and immediately spotted what he was looking for. He pulled the book out from the shelf. My First Love that Blooms in Spring. Kian shook his head as he read the title on the cover. "I already found him. Oliver Sung." A voice echoed in the bookshop. "Proceed with our plan." Kian replied. Pil stood beside him, holding a book. "Yes, boss." Kian faced him, showing a troubled look on his face. "Mina saw me meet you at Gangsil." Pil didn't look surprised and worried. "You're the greatest GK member. Don't tell me you're--"

“Lily, I’ve learned my lesson now. Please marry me.” The ring he held out was the same one he had custom-made when he first asked me to be his girlfriend. The five-year-old design was long outdated. It was just like how I then felt about Jake. I tried to walk away, but he would not let me. He desperately tried to place the ring on my finger. His eyes were filled with hope. I had had enough. Without hesitation, I grabbed the ring and tossed it into the nearby fountain. “Jake, we’re over. Stop following me around, will you?”

Finally, I found you, As my heart begins to crumble. God! Since when did this venue turn into a karaoke place? Where... Olive's eyes couldn't look anywhere else but at the man in a navy blazer over there! In the middle of the venue where many white flowers hung. And he looked even more handsome than she could have imagined! I hope it's you, The answer to all my heart's worries. And let me love you until the end of my days.

I sit down on the chair next to Marco and then observe her. "Mimo, huh?" I mumble as I observe her. I suddenly remember the name of my first love when I was little. I was five years old that day when I met my first love. The only thing I remember is her cute bubbly face and her name. We played together, and we became friends within a week.

"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. When you truly fall for someone, you often can't pinpoint the exact moment it happens. It’s a quiet mystery. You might not remember how or why, but you know—deep down—that you care for them deeply. It’s like waking up one day and simply understanding: Oh, I am in love with that person. Have you met that person yet?

And the crushing weight of questions I still can’t answer. They say first love is less about perfection and more about discovery—the raw, unfiltered moments that shape who you become. For me, Carmen was that first love: the one who awakened feelings I didn’t know existed, and the one whose absence left a permanent scar. Even as the world pulled them apart, the memory of that first love stayed stubbornly alive, a fragile thread connecting me to a hope I wasn’t ready to give up.

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.

“That is what you told me the other day, is it not?” “That is correct,” I said, cutting him off before he could say more. “I did come here to find love, but not anymore. My grandmother always said that love will find its way to you if you let it. I did not find love in New York, but I came here searching for the kind of love everyone talks about, the kind that feels real and true. And now… here I am.” Jaydon had found me. Love had found me, all on its own.

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.

Crazy love but it's true. When I saw Max for the first time, everything is just right. He didn’t notice me at first but as I turned 17 and changed my appearance, I went to the gym and started to make my body more sexy so he will notice me. From that point, he did take ‘my first’ in everything and I did save all of it for him. It's just incredible for him to be my first and of course I love him but I never say that to his face but I know he always come to me in the end..