My First Love の小説・ストーリー

“Back in like, fourth grade? Yes, I remember. Why?” “And you got up there and sang it. You’d made up your own little song about it. Remember?” Maddie blushed. “I remember. Why are we talking about this?” “Well,” Mason said as he took her in his arms, “we’re talking about this because I’ve loved you since that very moment.” Her eyes went wide. “You have?” “I have. I just never had the courage to act on it, until now.” She tilted her head and looked up at him.

He walked to the side of the hospital bed and dropped to one knee, kneeling at my bedside. "Pearl, I know I was wrong," he pleaded. "But please, don't divorce me. I truly can't live without you." Tears started to roll down from the corners of his eyes. I scoffed, looking at him with a mocking smile. "Hank, when you called me petty on our wedding day, you didn't feel any love for me. When you went on a honeymoon with Susie, you didn't feel any love for me. Now that we're divorcing, suddenly you feel like you love me again?" I sneered. "Your love is really cheap."

And the emptiness that I felt inside me started to emerge when Penelope and her female friends evacuated the store. Apprehensive simply because I cannot imagine how might Aiden feels and interprets the idea of the fact that his first love does not love him back. Instead of his older brother. Well. It is too early to get to conclusions. Aiden and Penelope are still young. A lot of things will change. All I have to do is to make the two closer to each other. Right. That would be the best thing I should do as the older brother. Feelings can be manipulated or changed in just a blink of an eye.

she asked in disbelief, and he nodded somberly. “Yes . . . I wasn’t sure you’d want the rings back, but I took a chance that you’d recognize it as a symbol of my enduring love for you. I may not have known it but I loved you the first time I proposed and never stopped loving you. Not once. If you want something else, I could . . .” Don’t you dare,” she choked out the words. “Don’t even think about it.” “So you’ll marry me?” he asked hesitantly.

Logan looked forward to their next date. Logan went to school the next day, with a radiating smile on her face. She was beginning to experience the feeling of first love. Logan found the first person she ever wants to be with. The first one she ever had feeling for. She looked forward to seeing him and wanted to spend time with him. As they danced the night away, she felt a connection, special bond, with him. Charlie is her soul mate. She knew there would always be a place for Charlie in her heart. It was love on the first date.

She thought it is just one-night stand, why the hell did the doctor tell her that she is pregnant now?!

" Indeed, I had once thought that letting go of this relationship would be impossible. After all, we had known each other since we were kids, and she was my first love. Loving her had become an absolute habit, etched into my very bones. That was why her blatant favoritism and intimacy toward Nathan had cut me the deepest. Yet, she had done all those things naturally, without a single shred of hesitation. I stared into Daphne's increasingly agonizing expression. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to defend herself, but no words came out. What could she possibly say? How could she even have the nerve to say anything? She had simply taken my feelings for granted,

“I spent weeks asking myself when everything went wrong.” A bitter smile appeared on his face. “The truth is that it went wrong because of me.” My father remained expressionless while my brothers looked ready to throw him out at any moment. Silas took a slow breath. “I thought I loved Evelyn.” Silas laughed bitterly. “No. That’s not true. I loved the memory of Evelyn. I loved who she used to be.” His gaze remained fixed on me. “But somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you and I was too blind to realize it.”

Another wretched sob escapes Leila and she sniffs, reaching inside the closet, her fingers clamping around the fabric of a shiny red dress but she finds it hard to take it out, she stares at it, tears freely flowing down her eyes, her heart pounding wild, barraged with a rush of different emotions. This dress—Tatum’s gift to her on her birthday last year, the dress she was wearing when he first made love to her, when he made her a woman, a night that ignited the last of her deep seated feelings for him, the night she started to believe, that maybe, just maybe they could have a life together. For the first year of their marriage, they were basically just friends, sleeping in different rooms,

Now he could not help and let the tears fall down his cheeks. His heart clenched, reminiscing her words and he cried his heart out. He truly loved someone for the first time and he got pain in return. He was feeling betrayed. "Why did you do this to me?" He whispered in his crack voice. What was his fault? __________________________________________________________