How do you feel about your first love?

Love and hate, although he has long been out of love, he will never forget him in this life.

The first time is always the most memorable, although she doesn't love me anymore. But I still can't forget her.

But not forgetting it doesn't mean that I have to be infatuated with her anymore, but I just bury this love deep in my heart.

I didn't feel it, but I still didn't understand anything at the time?

Ongoing.

It feels so blissful and sweet!

It's very cozy, very warm, although not together, but he taught me how to grow up. I wish him eternal happiness.

There are bitter and sweet, I just feel very happy, although I just quarreled, but now that I have reconciled, I now really know how to take care of my love!

It's not warm or anything, but sometimes I think of her when I sleep at night or in the dead of night.

Growing up for the first time in this life, from the first day of love, I know what responsibility is.

It's hard to fall in love.

It takes time, money, energy, and sadness.

First love refers to the first favorite of adolescent love, the first time I like someone in my heart, that kind of ignorance and beauty, I will not forget it when I grow up, there is a sweet and sour taste of happiness.

First love, like the first chocolate you eat, you will never forget its deliciousness, but you will never ask for it from the person who gave you your first chocolate. You'll remember the flavor and look for other chocolates. Maybe you can't find the taste of the first piece anymore, because it represents our youth and the simple time that will never return.

I have fantasized countless scenes of reunions with my first love, in which without exception I am fully prepared, appearing in front of him brightly, smiling faintly, saying hello, long time no see.

The image of first love has gradually blurred in my mind, but the moment I met him, the old feelings seemed to come back all at once. To my surprise, his appearance has barely changed at all, and time has not left any bad marks on his face, nor has it brought him any good changes. He still remembered the same, as if he hadn't taken anything away or brought anything over the years.

At that time, the relationship was very simple, there was no kiss, no date, I can't tell when we started and how we started. At that time, mobile phones were not common, and the fixed line at home did not dare to use it secretly, we never played ** on the weekend, it should be said that we never played ** during our relationship, but we chatted all night on QQ, kept passing notes in class, and went to eat rice noodles after school. There was a Christmas Eve school that canceled the evening self-study hall, and a group of people went crazy together, running around with streamer balloons, and we held hands for the first time in the noisy crowd.

It's that kind of love.

The first love is always unforgettable, and the reunion with the first love is always full of mixed feelings. I think that in all of our teens, there will be a young man in white who will always be remembered in his memory, with his own aperture, as long as he appears far away, it will make us feel dizzy and breathless, and when he gets close, his heart will jump out of his throat, his legs will be weak, and he can't walk. And this viral cold called first love will only get once in a lifetime, and after intense physiological suffering, it can be immunized for life.

Fate is over, it's hard to see each other at the end of the world, I really want to see you again, and see from afar that you are still not what you remember!

First love is always beautiful and unforgettable. At the beginning of love, the two change their feelings together, every time they hold hands is so excited, every kiss is so sweet, but in reality, many first loves are destined to only become the quarrels and memories in our hearts, maybe because of the different sides of the world after graduation, or maybe because of the pressure of various encounters in reality, the first love can only be fixed in our young years, in the red dust, each busy, even if the heart misses, it can only be forgotten in the rivers and lakes.

First love is the purest blind limb, the most sincere love, the touch and the best hand, and the revolution that breaks the monotony of life in our hearts. Clumsy, curious, shy, and fanatical, is a love we haven't experienced, and it's a sight to behold outside the car window. We will eventually reach the end, but the scenery will never be forgotten.