Poems About First Loves Novels & Stories

My heart had long ceased to stir. An unseen presence seemed to wash over me. I felt my attachments release, and I was ready to embrace a new beginning.

"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.

‎ ‎Some loved by going. ‎ ‎Some loved by changing. ‎ ‎Some loved by remaining. ‎ ‎All loved. ‎ ‎The manor was not a manor. ‎ ‎It was love. ‎ ‎Its walls the memory of every embrace ever given. ‎ ‎Its hearth the moment of warmth. ‎ ‎Its garden the possibility of every love yet to bloom. ‎ ‎And at its heart, two essences—light and fire—were not watchers. ‎ ‎They were the first love. ‎ ‎The reason love began.

He even helped me with chores around the house. Thinking of that sweet little one made my nose sting. I hadn't been a good mother. I hadn't protected him. Just as the sadness washed over me, a warm chest pressed against my back. Edward pulled me into a tight embrace. "Julie, what's wrong? Why aren't you happy?" "I'm not unhappy." I wiped the tears from the corner of my eye. "Just... a little homesick." Edward's voice went quiet. "Are you not happy with me?"

I flipped to the class photo on the first page of the yearbook and found her. She'd been thin, so thin, barely a speck in the crowd. Her almond-shaped eyes drooped slightly at the corners, giving her a soft look. Our eyes looked alike. I sank down onto the floor, and the tears came without warning. Was I just another item in his collection of Vanessa Reed? At the end of her graduation message, she'd written: Some things will never change. I'll see you again. All those days and nights we'd spent together—had he been hoping for a reunion with Vanessa the whole time?

From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. Love is in your heart, Love is in your mind. Love doesn't discriminate, Love is always blind. ....

Sandra was just trying really hard to open her eyes “I know he will come back because I am his first love” Summer assured “Firs love? All guys are jerks baby, summer they do not think with their brains or heart, they think with their dicks. First love, that is Child’s play, I have never seen anyone who ends up with their first love and if they do it never lasts because it is all an illusion” Sandra was speaking facts and Summer needs to listen “But…” She tried to look for word but noting came up

She whisper quietly looking down at her lap. I frown . I put the brown box aside and sit beside her on the bed holding her hand. " hey....listen you don't need to ever feel guilty or embarrasse about money or asking me something. Do you get it." I said softly looking at her eyes. " Because my love , the money , the empire that I built , its all because of you. Because I want to spoil you so much. I don't fucking care if you don't remember me and my love , all I want is you by my side. You never have to be embarrass about not able to reciprocate my feelings, I am fine with it but don't ever force yourself."

He asks. "Yes." I say as I step into his embrace. "I understand what you are trying to say, and I appreciate it... You are being so accommodating, and I am grateful, but... Why?" I ask him. "When we first met I was rude, and I want to make that up to you. And make sure that you know that I love you, and that my rudeness had NOTHING to do with you." He says, taking a deep breath before going on. "See, as you know I was on my way home, with no idea of what I was walking into... and you.. forgive me, you smelled human. And it's not that I would have had an issue with a human Amore, but I couldn't take you with me, I couldn't risk you like that. Not knowing how much danger we would be walking in

Just crazy to try to try. "It's been a long time. I forgot..." I said. "Oh, spill it, Elizabeth. No need to lie. I know first love isn't something you'd easily forget. Even in the books, it says you won't forget about it." "It's only in books. First love ... doesn't stay for long. It fades easily. It's easy to fade, it's easy to stop. That's why it's only called first love, because it doesn't last." "Why did you break up with your first love?"