My First Loves Novels & Stories

That’s answer enough. “I’m not fighting for you,” I say quietly. “I’m fighting for myself.” “That’s not what this is,” he insists. “Then what is it?” I ask. “Because from where I’m standing, I’m the only one expected to understand, endure, and stay quiet.” He steps closer. Stops. “I didn’t plan to fall back into this,” he says. “But she was my first. And first loves don’t disappear just because life moves on.” I nod. Slowly.

And that excited me. «It may not be my first child nor yours, he had told me, but it will be the first with the love of my life. Don't feel bad for not having first times with me, you do, and they are more important. When I make love to you, it's the first time I've felt too many things: love, desire, everything! That is not achieved with anyone. When I kiss you is the first time I feel something in my stomach. When I do things with you, Carolina, I feel like I'm enjoying them for the first time. Because you are my first and only love. The first person I came to love with all my being. Love you."

He became so patient to me. “You felt it, huh,” she said when she read my reaction. “You had your first love then…” ‘First love?’ That thought was kept inside my mind. The words ‘first love’ and ‘Luther’ didn’t leave my mind even when I got home. I don’t have an assignment so I just watched TV in my room. “Luther is my first love?” I murmured while watching a movie that explains what first love is and how the first love of the girl ended. “But, he’s my best friend. Childhood best friend.”

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.

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.

He was still that same profiteer who would be willing to do anything just to get what he wanted his hands on. He was the first slimy and disgusting bastard she had ever met in her life and he had ruined all her expectations of men. She stood with her back straight and her chin tipped up as she looked directly at him. "No, I won't marry him." Richard seemed to have just heard the most ridiculous words ever. He flared up in anger as he pointed at her angrily.

"What?" "The truth is my feelings for you never really died," I continue, forcing the words out. "Yeah, I wanted Nath because he's richer. He has the big company, he's a chairman. I knew all that from the beginning. But the reality is you're the one I've always loved, Mike." Mike's face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Really? You mean it?" "Of course I mean it," I lie, making myself smile wider. "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."

My makeup looked fine, but my eyes showed the turmoil I was feeling. How did things end up like this? How did I change from being his spouse, his wife, to this? "Get yourself together, Ecca," I said quietly, but my voice broke. Tears flowed down my cheeks and my chest heaved as I tried to push the sob back. Five years ago, I thought I had made the best decision. I left behind money, a cozy home, and what I thought was love. When my family lost all our money, I had to put aside my ego and take on this job. I thought working for Markos would only be for a little while, but I ended up staying longer.

He said. “I-It’s a good thing I didn’t go to work. I can’t seem to face him now, sis.” She said. “Hold my hands.” He said willingly holding his friend’s hands. “I’m shaking and feeling nervous. My chest trembled with what you told me. It’s like I don’t really know what to do when we meet, sis.” He said. “I know sister. He was your first love and I do believe that first love never dies. Even if you both have your own lives, I know you won’t forget him. Or both of you will never forget each other.” He said

"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.