Novel & Cerita It Wasn't Love At First Sight

My eyes trailed over the action feeling a pit in my stomach, my gaze returning to my plate, pursing my lips as she talked. She began with how their eyes met, how he had told her he liked and blah, blah, and blah-you wouldn't believe he had said all those things the first day he laid eyes on her and in the middle of the cafeteria for that matter! I never really believed in love at first sight, maybe once, but not now, and honestly neither should she. I hope she knew she wasn't that special, did she know he had just kissed her “sister" a few minutes before?

The pros and cons were still there about the show even though it had been on TV for years. Susan and Clarabelle were among those who didn't really like the concept of marriage presented on a reality show entitled At the First Time I Mett You. How could two people who did not know each other at all, meet for the first time, at the altar, become a couple, and promise to live together as husband and wife? Very unreasonable. Then Susan heard Clarabelle clearly say she was going to follow the show. Susan repeatedly patted her heart to reassure herself that she wasn't dreaming.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

Well, he asked if we could see again and I told him I'll visit him. "Is that all you both discussed?" "You are lying to us, sis" Jenny muttered. "Fine. I told him I find him attractive." "You do?" Both grinned. "Yea, for the very first time after the death of my first love. I just found love again. I just hope nothing happens to this and I also hope he loves me." "Is it possible to love someone at first sight?" Antonia who never believed in love at first sight asked. "Sure it is sis. But that doesn't guarantee that the love might work out. I just hope it does."

Maddie relayed to Kathy the part about falling in the water and taking her wet clothes to dry them in front of the fireplace in Mason’s cabin. “And when he brought my clothes back, this was in the sack, at the bottom,” she finished. Kathy grinned. “What a great ‘meet-cute’!” “Meet-what?” “A ‘meet-cute’,” Kathy repeated. “It’s a phrase that screenwriters use to refer to the scene in a movie where the guy and gal first meet.” “Oh,” Maddie said, turning a little pink. She sipped her coffee as Kathy glanced over the business card and note.

The man I'd loved for years wasn't so extraordinary after all. A cold laugh slipped from my lips. "Devin, who exactly are you to me? Why would I do anything just to spite you?" His breath caught. The certainty in my voice and the finality in my gaze... It all hit him like ice water. Only then did he realize my eyes no longer held the same light they once did. My gaze only held indifference, detachment, and the faintest trace of mockery. The love was gone. Snuffed out entirely. Something in his chest twisted–tight, sharp, and irreversible–like a wound that refused to close.

She scrolled the comments again, pausing at one. “Was it love at first sight?” This time, she didn’t read it aloud. She simply froze, her fingers hovering over the screen, contemplating. Her jaw tightened slightly—a subtle shift, but one I recognized instantly. But I did. Leaning in, my voice dropped to a low, intimate whisper meant for her ears only, despite the audience. "Skip it." But she disregarded my plea. "I think," she said, her tone measured yet cold, "it was interest at first sight. Perhaps respect. Love? That came later."

The memory of those years was a bitter oath—I would never love again, never marry. I have no love in my heart, and I have had flings with many women, never sleeping with the same one more than once. No strings attached. Just pure sexual business. Before any physical contact, I clearly stated that our interaction was purely sexual, with no expectation of emotional attachment or anything beyond that. Love is far from my priorities. Alessandra and I get along well. We’d already forged a strong friendship, and the ache of missing her confirmed my feelings, making me hopeful this would work.

"Sunshine, I need you to know I love you. And I can not imagine my life without you. You are it for me." I placed my hand over his, leaning into his touch. “Alex," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “It has always been you. From the moment we first fell in love, through all the years we were apart, until now, it has only ever been you." I took a shaky breath swallowing the tears that welled in my eyes. "Even when we were not together when I thought you hated me, my heart couldn’t let go of you. You are my first love and my only true love."

Rather, he was conflicted that the very first woman that he has shown an interest in after his love life failed, was married. Clearly, this was a sign for him not to think of falling in love, it's going to end the same way it ended with his first love and he can't have that anymore. Yet, he was still intrigued by this lady, there was something drawing him to her that after that night, he'd been thinking of her. The moment he saw her at J & C's he wasted no time choosing her as his editor.