A letter to the first lover.

Is the first love unforgettable, not worth remembering, or has it broken your heart? If you meet one day, will you want to contact ta again? The following is a letter to my first lover that I shared with you. Welcome to read and study.

A letter to the first lover 1

Dear XX:

Hello!

You may feel strange when you receive this letter. You and I have known each other for many years, and we have never had much verbal communication. Now, I can only talk to you in this most clumsy way.

From the moment I met you, I felt that we had so many similarities. Same hobby, same personality, same experience, similar emotional experience. Although we have so many similarities, I have never approached you, never walked into a life, never walked into your heart.

When we were children, we often played together. At that time, I only felt that you were like a fairy in the sky, so beautiful, so kind, but so far away. Every time I want to be near you, I feel very timid and can only follow you from afar. I can only think of you and fall asleep every night. Only in dreams can we be so far away. Only in dreams can you laugh at me. Only in dreams can I be your protector. When I was a child, I really hoped that I would never wake up in my dreams, but reality is reality after all, and dreams will always wake up. I wake up every morning feeling very regretful, regretting why I didn't leave you in my dream. At that time, I didn't understand what kind of feelings it was, but I just felt like being with you.

As time goes by, you become more beautiful, and there are many Prince Charming following you. But I'm still a humble silly boy. I feel inferior and timid, and I don't even have the courage to follow you far away. I just think you are the star in the sky, so dazzling and radiant. I just understand what kind of feelings I have for you, which is a kind of heartfelt love. At this time, my dream gradually became unclear. I often dream about you, but I can't see your face clearly I often hear your smile in my dreams, but I can't hold your hand. Where are you? My first love, I expect you to hold me in your arms like a spring breeze, and let me lie in your warm arms and rest quietly. Perhaps, I am really tired, looking for too long, looking forward to too long, and placing too much on you! I know no one can bear so much. My love has become a burden to you, right? You are in my dream.

My love for you has never changed over the years. I often want to tell you, but I am afraid of being rejected by you, so I can only hide it in my heart. Sometimes I think, just let this love stay in my heart and accompany me through every day of my life until the end of my life. After so many years, I realized how naive I was. The more depressed I am, the more enthusiastic I am. Every night, I ask myself a thousand times whether I should tell you or not.

I know that maybe you will ridicule me, maybe you will laugh at me, maybe you will look down on me, laugh at my timidity and laugh at my inferiority, but I don't care. I just want you to know my heart and understand my love. I don't want to keep it in my heart forever. I just want to express my inner feelings. Maybe I shouldn't tell you at this time, because I have my own home now, but anyway, you are the only one in my heart, and I only love you, and I will do anything for you.

I once naively thought that as long as we had our own home, we could slowly forget this love, but God played tricks on people. I married a woman I don't love, and I often suffer, because I think as long as you are happy, that is my greatest happiness. After so many years, I realized that only two people who love each other can be happy. My marriage is unfortunate, but what about you? Have you ever been happy?

Where have you been these years? How are you doing? Can you hear the call in my heart? Do you know I've been thinking deeply? How many days and nights, I painted your face over and over again. Do you care so much about me? Maybe you are just a shadow in my fantasy. I just put many beautiful ideas in my heart into a specific "you". I am eager to be spoiled, hurt and madly loved-I am eager for you to walk hand in hand with me in the drizzle, and I am eager for you to snuggle up with me on the hillside and watch the sunset-all of which are expected to be realized by you.

Sometimes I blame myself for being useless. After so many years, I have a passionate love for you, but I can't tell you anything. I am really useless. My desire for you makes my inferiority complex stronger. I feel inferior because I don't have a good life experience, I feel inferior because I don't have outstanding appearance, I feel inferior because I don't have a high degree, I feel inferior because I don't have a good job, and I feel inferior because of myself. Looking at your unhappy marriage now, I really regret why I am so timid and why I can't give you happiness. How many nights, looking at the stars in the sky, silently thinking about you in the distance, how many nights, holding a can of beer, a touch of bitterness, has become the driving force for a clear head. Young constellations in the sky are always beautiful, and hidden stories reappear in my mind, some lonely and some melancholy. Take a closer look at myself, what can I say, or is silence golden?

Couples snuggled up and strolled on campus, and couples whispered on the lawn. Faced with this situation, I can't help feeling a lot. How I wish there were two people in that affectionate lover, one is you and the other is me. I have dreamed of you more than a hundred times, and your figure will come into my dream almost every night. Now, we live far apart, and I miss you more than ever. I can only ask God to be patient and not push our reunion too far.

Because my love for you makes me stronger, I will be good to you and really happy for the person I love.

I only have one thought in my mind now, that is, I must give you happiness, and I must let you spend it every day in the future. Believe me, I can do it. My happiness, my happiness and my love have all been forgotten by you. My heart is locked by you, but I don't regret it. I will love you forever in this life. Let me love you forever. Open the key in my heart, and you will keep it for me forever, because this key will lose its function except you. I really want to be with you, even if I am tired and bitter, I have no regrets. I like your smile and looking at you quietly. As soon as I saw you, my beautiful youth woke up.

The great ship of time can't erase my thoughts of you. Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, your figure will remain in my heart forever. Your figure appeared in front of my eyes more and more frequently, and gradually, just like breathing, it didn't stop for a second, which made me eat badly and sleep badly. I understand now that love is a good bottle of wine. When you don't drink it, it's a longing, when you drink it, it's mellow, and when you finish it, it's a aftertaste.

Believe me, I will love you with all my heart and give you happiness with all my body and mind. As long as you promise, I will fly to your side at once and make you the happiest woman in the world. I will let every meteor in the sky shine for you. I don't want more, I just hope that you can treat me sincerely, treat me ordinary and truly, and give me a strong hug when I need you, so that I won't feel lonely. Dear, can you love me, love me and hold me tight like this?

I believe my love will touch the sky, I believe my love will touch you, and I believe my true love will touch you. Let's join hands and water the happy flowers with love. We will be the happiest couple in the world.

The real you, the real me, let's face the stormy life together! Let our two hearts full of tenderness and intoxication be together forever!

Love you, XX

20 10 April

Letter to the first lover 2

Dear Finn:

I know your family is better now, your husband and wife love each other and your children live up to expectations. You are so happy. Do you know, in the distance, there is a person you once loved who still misses you, and he wants to say something to you.

Time and space turned to adolescence, when you and I were still young, so we had to be twelve or thirteen years old, because your aunt was on our team and we knew each other.

Once, when I was in a hurry, your aunt asked me to bring you a package, saying that you were the one who went to the street to do business at home. At that time, my heart was beating so hard that I couldn't calm down with a shy heart that was eager to see you but afraid to see you.

On that day, the world suddenly changed, and everything was so fresh and angry. I came to the street in high spirits, looking for you everywhere, and we finally met in the corner of the market.

The first time I got in touch with you at zero distance, I was shocked. It's a sunny summer morning. You are wearing a brand-new short-sleeved printed shirt, sky-blue bottoms and white sandals. Thin body, fair skin, a shy blush on her face, and a pair of big eyes under heavy eyebrows. I was dazzled and intoxicated. I don't know how to address you.

"Class, you also drive? ! "You cried in surprise.

"Fenmei, are you here? ! "I asked excitedly.

Since then, you have left a deep impression on me.

Later, you often went to my aunt's house to play, but you spent a lot of time in my house as if you were a guest. We play together and don't feel tired. Gradually, we will grow up, and you will become more lovely at the age of seventeen or eighteen. But we still played freely together, without guessing.

Suddenly one day, there was an amazing news from the team: Jinfen had a husband's family.

Like a bolt from the blue, I suddenly felt that the sun and the moon were dull and tasteless, and it was a pity to abandon them.

Unexpectedly, when you were thirteen, your mother married you with the help of the matchmaker. It has been four or five years.

Oh, my God! Talking about friends at such a young age? We are friends.

In that environment, you are all serious friends, and we don't have a matchmaker, which is crooked. I am speechless.

You went to your aunt's house again. I don't understand why you always came to menstruation's house alone in those years. As usual, you still come to my house to play, but my heart is more anxious. But seeing your moving beautiful image, I feel that as if nothing had happened, our feelings have been engraved in each other's hearts.

At that time, I was poor and didn't have the courage to express anything to you. I will bury my love for you in my heart. For you, regardless of my age, I resolutely joined the school to change the environment.

One Sunday, you came to my house again. This is a day I will never forget-because on this day, we stole the forbidden fruit. It's the love I can't help following, the sneaky love.

Later, I asked myself countless times, why do we do this? What are we doing? I'm so scared. I also thought about it, risking the world's disapproval-combination. However, I am still a junior high school graduate student, although I am 19 years old.

I always think of you and am afraid of you-fortunately, unlike some people, you won the lottery at the first touch, which made me feel a little relieved.

I know my family is too poor. I must work hard and work harder. I finally got into high school. In that era when the recommendation of cadres' children was just cancelled and the hard exam was implemented, a poor high school was greatly shaken.

I left home to study in a remote middle school in the town. You're so happy for me. Sometimes your aunt's house is free during the slack season, so you can come and play on Sunday. I know you came to see me. I'm so touched.

We hugged each other, and I wanted to say to you several times: Let's be friends. But I can't say it. Besides, aren't we just playing with friends? I don't know which master said that actions are always more important than words. Let's talk with actions. We are in love anyway.

One Saturday, I went home, which happened to be your aunt's birthday. As she and my family are good neighbors, we also went to be guests. On Sunday, it's time for me to go to school, and we are reluctant to leave. Because there are many guests, we have no chance to get along alone. The way I look at you, your eyes are rippling and your desire is burning, which makes me swoon and get carried away.

At this time, I thought of your uncle working in the district and town animal husbandry station. Because we have a good relationship, in order to let me go home less on Sunday, let me watch the house for him. Every Sunday, there is my world. I want to keep it today, too. I'm glad to discuss meeting there with you. At first you hesitated, but after I persuaded you, you nodded. The way is, you say goodbye to your aunt and go home, then turn around and come to town to find me.

I was watching when you said goodbye to your aunt. She is tall and short, and you are exhausted. This is just one sentence: I must go. I saw your anxious face and my heart was broken-for this love, you threw caution to the wind. I'm worried that your aunt's house will show tricks.

I had to leave home. Luckily for you.

I don't know how I walked more than 20 miles to your uncle's office. I searched and searched, searched and searched, looking forward to the sun, and there was no shadow of you in the western hills. You let me down so much that the world suddenly lost its luster. I forgot to eat, like a deflated balloon, sitting in the house without spirit, staring blankly at the road outside.

Mosquitoes started attacking me, but they stung me without feeling-I was so upset that I didn't care.

Suddenly, when my eyes lit up, the shadow of a girl flashed into my eyes. It is you! It is you! I almost cried. I can't believe my eyes. I blinked, stood up and ran out of the door. I saw you smiling at me. The mood of that meeting is indescribable, and my legs are so excited that I don't know how to move. I suddenly turned and walked into the room, busy for a while, ready to entertain everyone below.

I was ecstatic when you floated into the room. I bring you tea, fan you, twist a towel to wipe your sweat, and circle around you happily.

There happened to be a movie that night, which seemed to welcome us especially, just outside your uncle's door in the dam. After dinner, we took two chairs to the slope of the dam, just like a couple. The film has already started, but I'm not interested in it now. I put my hand on the back of your chair as if I touched your neck. Your fragrant smell comes to the nose, secretes people's hearts and lungs, and makes me horny. I find you are hot, too, even though I have been slapping you. I suddenly asked, "Are you thirsty? Go and drink some water. "

I can really feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. You stood up tacitly and walked with me to your uncle's house.

I closed the door quietly. Strangely, none of us went to raise our glasses. You just stared at me. I hold you, put you on the bed, take off your clothes, under the light of a telephone pole, wow! Your body shines like snow, your shy face is covered with rosy clouds, and your eyes seem to be longing for me.

My body trembled with excitement, and finally our skin was tangent again.

We're not in a hurry. We appreciate each other for the first time in the light.

You always look at me with a smile, your thick eyebrows seem motionless, your lips gently kiss my chin and touch my face from time to time. I am very passionate, and a strong warm current, like a flood, flows all over my body. You are so beautiful and I love you so much.

At this time, I found you twisting your waist gently, and I felt it was time to twitch.

However, a question flashed through my mind and I asked you, "Where does it flow?"

I didn't expect you to answer me like this: "Whatever."

At that critical moment, I made a hard choice to exclude you from my body. This is not only because our relationship has never been clear, but mainly because I love you so much and you are so kind to me. I can't bury the bad consequences like this.

I don't know what you meant by "suit yourself" at that time. Did you imply, "I'm your man, and you make the decision?" If so, I will really be sorry for you and our feelings. I love to death, the real "love" has come, but I am a coward.

Later, you had fewer chances to go to menstruation's house. Occasionally, I was at school. I heard that you had a problem with your parents, but you were crushed by a strong mother.

I graduated from high school two years ago, and your uncle just found me a contract worker at the animal husbandry station and went to the county for training. I made an excuse that your home is near expressway, so that I could catch the early bus. I visited you the day before. Your family is also very enthusiastic, but you and I have never talked about feelings, as if nothing had happened before. You probably know in your heart that it's useless to talk about anything at this time. I'm still waiting.

This is our last party before you get married, so let me see you off.

Then we parted ways. I didn't know you had been married for a long time.

I thought about you painfully for a while and finally got married. I remember you brought a nursing child to my house. We talked and laughed as before, but never mentioned our feelings, as if it were someone's business in a certain era. It's been thirty-five years now, but when I get old, I think that time is the most wonderful.

First love is never forgotten. Yes, this is human sexual behavior. I believe that most people have their first love, which is the precious wealth of your life. Like a can of spirits, it becomes more mellow with the growth of years, giving people a good aftertaste.

If we meet in the next life, I will still fall in love with you. Do you like it?

Letter to the first lover 3

How are you?

There are some things I can't say to you anymore, because you are someone else's boyfriend, and I don't know if I still love you. I remember/kloc-fell in love with you for the first time when I was 0/2 years old, and now I am 20 years old. It's been eight years. These eight years have brought you and me two years. Do you remember? We have an agreement, a promise I made to you when I was 15 years old. When you wanted to kiss me, I said no. I'll give it to you on your 20th birthday. You say, ah, how long will it take? I said I don't know, I only know that one day, I will give you everything I have. At that time, I was naive and didn't know anything. I thought if I kissed, I would have children, so I turned you down. Actually, I didn't mean to do that to you. But what's the use of talking now? You'll never know, the only reason I turned you down was because I was young and ignorant ~ ~ ~ Do you blame me? But in fact, I gave you my first kiss!

I didn't know until I left you, so you are so good. However, despite my nostalgia, I didn't show any unhappiness in front of you. I always show you my liveliest and happiest side, not that I am not sad, but that I don't want you to see my sadness. I don't want you to know how important you are in my heart. But now that I have grown up, I will never hide my happiness and sadness. I don't want to be as hypocritical as before, you know? I feel like a different person since you left. If it weren't for you, I don't think I even knew I was such a girl.

Now I can only thank you for your unforgettable feelings and comfort me when I need them. I don't know if you believe in life, but I don't. There is no fate in this world, but we have made an excuse for ourselves when we did something wrong to get inner peace. In fact, there is nothing wrong with you. You're just tired of me. You are Sagittarius and I am Aquarius. Sagittarius is naturally romantic, but Aquarius is realistic. Maybe we really can't get along ~ maybe there are many times when you put up with me ~ but you know what? At that time, I loved you 100%, and there was no room for discussion. I love you only because of love, not because of your appearance or anything else.

You can't leave me. I didn't stop your charm. I am an ordinary person, not to mention the world. Where will you go in the future? Even if we always love each other, will you take me away? Actually, I'm glad you thought about marrying me ~

I don't think I owe you anything, at least I never thought about the second person when I was with you. I remember once, you hugged me and asked me if I only liked you. I said of course I like it, not like it, but love you. To tell the truth, you are a little narcissistic sometimes! I'll do as you say. To please you, maybe you take it for granted. It doesn't matter. As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter anyway.

I miss you so much. You hold my hand once, just once, and this life is enough. I will find you again in the next life, because you said that you can't marry me in this life, and you have to wait until the afterlife, so I believe you have an afterlife, maybe! I don't know.

It's better to miss each other than to meet. If so, how nice it would be to never meet again! Let me only remember when you were young, and I won't see you old. You won't see me grow old. But ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You have a girlfriend, you should cherish her, you know? I think loving her and me for life is enough. I don't know how many times a person's heart can be divided. Now I don't have a person I really love, and I always feel empty in my heart, but I will make myself happy. There won't be many girls as happy as I am now, really.

Keep the past in your heart! Like an altar of wine, the deeper the better!

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