Romans & histoires I Married My First Love

But others make absolutely no sense to me, and I’m curious. “Ok, go ahead,” I reply, taking a sip of champagne, “I’m very interested!” “This one,” my husband says, unbuttoning his shirt, pointing to a small heart on his chest, “Is symbolic of the first time we met. When I knew that I did not know what love could be, but I knew that I loved you more than anything else in this world.” I have to admit, that’s a great beginning to my tattoo tour. He allows the shirt to fall to the floor, and points to his clavicle.

I felt like he was going too fast. Just a few days ago we said our first I love you, a fact that I had loved and hated at the same time because my surprise had gone to hell, but I wanted to focus on that emotion. I wanted to get used to the fact that I was married to a man who would kiss the ground I walked if I asked him to, but Louis wanted to go like Lewis Hamilton through life without stopping to appreciate the little things in them. Like, for example, Milena’s first birthday next week, or that Aiden was one of the most diligent students in his classroom.

“You weren’t that person for her? Mum didn’t love you? Then why did you two get married? You loved her? Yet you cheated on her? Oh, is that what love is to you? To-“ “Because she cheated on me first!” He raised his voice and suddenly joined me on my feet. “Because your mum cheated on me! That’s the reason I cheated back. That’s the reason my life became like this!” “What nonsense-“ “Your mum was my first love but I wasn’t her first love,” he continued. “And even after getting married to me, she couldn’t forget her first love. So she kept hanging out with him. They kept on meeting up. Time after time and eventually-“

“Because you're my first love and my one true love. I will choose you over and over again until my last breath. And if there's a second life, I will choose you again and again. That's how much I love you.” Tears fell down my cheeks, one by one. “You're crazy and stupid.” “I am,” he admitted. “If loving you means being crazy and stupid, then I don't mind as long as you're happy.” “Marriage feels a bit hasty… Should we wait a while?”

I sighed loudly, as h told him how much I loved him, forever isn’t an easy thing to decide but i wanted it with him. He was my better half, he completed. I knew it for the first time when my heart beat for him, that he was the one for me. And it was one of those ordinary tales where i married my first love. We were and are imperfectly perfectly made for each other. We exchanged rings and we did leave happily ever after, until my husband died a few days later.. I am kidding. We did leave happily ever after, we are still figuring out the after tho. THE END……

"You should know you're my first love. The first man in my life. How could I ever stop loving you? First loves are special. They stay with you forever." I'm going to need a shower after this. Multiple showers. Maybe I'll just live in the shower. "Do you really mean that?" Mike asks, taking a step closer. "You're not just saying this?" "Of course I mean it. With all my heart," I say, putting my hand over my chest dramatically. "I've just been confused. Everyone kept pulling me in different directions. But you're right. We should get married. Today. Right now. Let's do it."

They went along with the wedding and with no choice I had to go with it too. I had to break up with the woman I love so I could marry her. I have tried my best to love her but there’s nothing hard enough than forgetting your first love. I tried to forget about her but I couldn’t not when I had her following me around on the internet. I followed her every single fucking page. I saw her almost every day, how beautiful she had gotten and all I wanted was to have her in my arms again. I know it sounds crazy lusting over another woman when I’m married but like I said I can’t help it.

In the scuffle, she scratched my skin, leaving a few bloody marks While safeguarding the thermos with one hand, I used the other one to protect my belly. "I'm Grady's first love," came her response. "When I went abroad to study, he promised he'd wait for me. I had no idea he was already married. So, who are you to think you can replace me?" So, she was Melissa Angeles, the lover Grady had when he studied abroad. She pushed me so hard that I fell to the ground, the thermos rolling away beside me. I was just inches away from tumbling down the stairs, so I reached for the banister.

“Me? I’m not going to lie, my husband and I actually had a whirlwind marriage. Before we got married, we barely even spoke to each other. “We had no feelings for each other and were pretty much strangers. We only got to know each other because his grandmother fell on the street once, and I helped her up and took her to the hospital. Due to that, she saw me as her savior. “She wanted to repay me. So when she found out I didn’t have a boyfriend and needed to move due to personal reasons, plus I couldn’t afford a house back then since property prices in Wiltspoon were at their peak, she arranged for her eldest grandson to marry me. “She wanted to give me a home, a stable life, so my sister woul

“I know you wouldn’t understand any of this but I love her, she makes me happy and she makes me alive.” “And what does that make mom? Where you not happy in the times you were together? After 17 of marriage you’re just going to give up just for a mere fling?” “Myles, she’s not a fling… I hate to say this to you now but we’ve been together now for five years. She was my first love before I met your mother. She left me and I thought she moved on so I did, I married your mom and we had you but I didn’t exactly expect that she’ll come back and told me that she still love me. It just felt right… to be with her.”