Ketika Cinta Pertama Datang Kembali Novels & Stories

--- And this time— That was enough. --- Because love doesn’t always come back as certainty. Sometimes— It comes back as a choice. --- And she had just made hers. ---

He cupped her face gently, his voice barely above a whisper: “You let me love you a second time. Now I remember the first.” The words felt like a promise. Like a seal on the bond that had never truly broken. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her, not as strangers or as two people trying to figure out what had been lost, but as lovers returning to each other. And when they pulled away, she whispered, “I remember everything.” That night, sleep came easily. For the first time since waking up, Caitlyn slept without dreams. There were no flashes, no fragments of memories slipping through. When she woke up the next morning, she felt whole. Not perfect. But whole.

We faced each other and just spent that moment staring at each other's faces while exchanging passionate kisses once in a while. I didn't know how it just ended up into another intimate lovemaking that night. For the first time ever, after all the hardship that we had been through, finally tonight we came back to the point where we loved each other dearly again. Like that moment when Carina hadn't entered our life yet. Finally, I could feel this feeling again, the one feeling that I yearned for so badly for months. Cassie finally wanted to genuinely love me again.

"Yeah. Atasha Valverde. She was... my first love." The phrase hit me unexpectedly. My heart gave a small, irrational sting. First love. There was a weight in those words, a kind of tenderness you could never quite replace. I took a quiet breath, willing myself to stay composed, but jealousy brushed faintly across my chest like smoke.

Her voice was hoarse as she reached for my hand. I pulled away. Her eyes dimmed, and her tone turned pleading. "Can you... please not go through with this? I miss you so much. Just give me one more chance, okay?" I looked at her coldly, saying nothing. She pressed on, her words tumbling out desperately. "I've cut all ties with Rick—completely. You're the only one I've ever truly loved. Please come back to me. Please." I furrowed my brow and let out a sigh. "Michelle, people have to move forward. And besides..."

My boyfriend, Nathan Bardot, stared at me in disbelief. “I’m asking about the baby in your belly! What’s going on? “I’ve been gone for ten months. If you got pregnant the moment I left, you should have already given birth by now. Explain yourself! What’s really going on?” He grabbed my wrist tightly. I felt a sharp pain and tried to pull away. His face darkened, and he tightened his grip. I got annoyed and snapped, “Are you crazy? I’m pregnant! What’s there to explain?”

After all, if he had been and if he had heard their full conversation, he would have found out who Sam really was. If he'd been further away, Daniel shouldn't have been able to see how ugly she'd looked. But just thinking about that possibility made Rebecca mad. She glared at Daniel. "So what if a bunch of flowers made me feel better? I like them. Besides, no matter who I'm with, he'll be better than my first husband!" First husband. When Daniel heard this term, he knew that Rebecca was talking about him. He had always been her first love, from when she was just a young girl until now. It would always be him. Suddenly, he didn't feel as dejected as before.

' she asked after coming back to her conscious mind, he first hesitated to speak but he did eventually when she asked again ' I didn't hear your question' 'I was asking if you can live abroad. I mean far away from this place you grew to know as home.' he repeated the question again, she chuckled at the thought of where she grew up to know as home before answering. 'There's nowhere I can't live if it's peaceful.' she answered not sure what is question meant 'his probably not the type to hide his feeling ' she thought. when he wasn't saying anything again she thought of changing the topic

"...what?" "You're my first love."

She simply needed to hold on, to anchor herself to the man who had finally come back to her. Dreston hissed at the sting of her nails, but the small pain only sharpened everything else. It reminded him he was alive. That he was here. And he’s hers now. “Cassienne…” he breathed against her lips, voice raw and trembling. “You feel like coming home. Like every mistake I ever made is being forgiven with every breath you take. I love you so much it hurts.” Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she clung to him. “I love you too… more than I ever thought I could love anyone again. You make me feel safe. You make me feel wanted. Don’t ever stop.”