The World Owes Me A First Love Romane & Geschichten

“Maybe we can’t do this. Maybe the world won’t let us.” “No.” The word comes out fierce, almost violent. “I’m not accepting that.” “Daniel…” “I’m not.” I close the distance between us. Cup her face in my hands, feeling the softness of her skin, the dampness of her tears. “I love you. You love me. That’s what matters. That’s all that should matter.” “Love isn’t always enough.” “Then we make it enough.” I’m desperate now. I can hear it in my own voice, feel it in the tremor of my hands. “We change the world’s mind. We control the narrative. We…”

"Forever." "I'm offering to let you go forever." My voice didn't break. My eyes did, a little, and I let them, because she'd taught me not to hide the wounds. "Because I finally understand it's the only gift I have that's actually worth anything. I've spent my whole life collecting. Debts, buildings, people, this whole gold city. I've never once in thirty-two years given a thing away that I could have kept." I made myself hold her gaze. "You're the first. And I'm doing it right, with the door open, with the money in your name, with your own key card in your hand so you know nobody's locking anything on you ever again. The car's waiting. You don't owe me a goodbye. You don't owe me anything a

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.”

he asked, his tone almost panicked. I shook my head, my voice choked with emotion. "When did you take the gown?" He looked a little embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. "That morning," he admitted. At that moment, I finally understood what it felt like to be truly loved—something I hadn’t experienced, not even in the five years I had given to James. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. With tear-streaked cheeks, I looked up at Steve’s chiseled face, his expression calm yet tender.

Amanda tried to claim her child back with great sincerity. She thought I was in the dark. On the contrary, I was well aware of Greg and Amanda's actions. Jacob was my son—there was no doubt about that. Ten years ago, Dad had forced me to break up with my first love, Derek Stark, all because he deemed Derek poor and therefore not good enough for me. Dad passed away not long after I broke up with Derek. Drowning in despair, I agreed to marry Greg when he proposed to me. After all, he had been doggedly pursuing me for a long time.

Most of the time, he hadn't even bothered to open the chat. Mikael's words echoed violently in his mind. He stared at the phone screen, the crushing weight of reality sinking in. He truly didn't deserve my love.

he reads out from his phone and then looks up at me, a smirk settling on his face. I clench my fist to stop myself from smacking the smirk off his face. “I'm not going!“ I say defiantly and continue to leave, but he jumps in front of me immediately. “You owe me one, remember?“ “Who knows? This person could be your first love.” My first love has a space in my heart that no one can take. No matter what distance it is, or how young I was, there's still evidence that Alex was the first and only man I ever truly loved.

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