A love letter to first love.

A love letter to the first love, the first love is very beautiful in many people's eyes, at the same time, some people will write a love letter to the first love to express their concern for this relationship. Below I have compiled some information about a love letter for your first love, hoping to help you.

A love letter to my first love 1 Dear Xiaowan, hello!

Unconsciously, we have been apart for so many years; In the days when I leave you, not a day goes by that I will forget you. In my life, you have always been everything, always the only one; From love to separation, until now; You are the most important person in my heart; No matter where the ends of the earth are, I care about you and miss you.

All along, I don't understand why you abandoned me in the sea of people; I looked for you, but you ignored me. I wonder, what is it? Because I think, even if a person dies, he should die clearly; Over the years, you left me, in my heart, it was a fast knot; Until today, I can't solve it; I am not reconciled, so I have been suffering all these years.

In the years since you left, I have always felt that if you ignore me, I don't need to ignore you; You have no reason and I don't want to know why; But when I am in a sea of people, I have walked for so many years, and my heart is really full of hope. Why did you choose to let me go? Not a word, not a word; When you say you don't care about me, you just ignore me. If you say you put me down, you will put me down. I can't figure it out, and neither can I.

Recalling the years when we were together, I was walking on thin ice. I'm really afraid that I didn't take good care of you, and I'm afraid that you will disappear from my world; So in my heart, I really hope I can accompany you for a lifetime, accompany you for a lifetime; But all of a sudden, you don't say a word to me, don't say a word to me; I really don't understand where I am. I didn't do it well enough. I did it wrong.

In the sea of people, watching others get married, I feel how happy I am; I really miss the time when we watched others kiss and make love together. It is so carefree and unforgettable; Think about it together, and feel how beautiful life is and how colorful youth is.

Over the years, in the sea of people, I have experienced several feelings; But I found that in my heart, no one can replace you; With others, I always regard others as you; But when I found out it wasn't you, I lost interest in others; So I feel that in my life, you are everything, and you are the dribs and drabs in my life.

For so many years, I always thought you were married, had children, and married a woman. But when I know your news, I know that you are still lonely; In my heart, there are waves splashing again; I don't give up, I really think you have become everything in my life; I also fantasize that I can stay with you and never leave you.

I don't know if I have the blessing to spend a wonderful life with you and taste the color of youth with you; But I really want to tell you that having you in my life is the happiest thing in my life; I really hope you can give me another chance; Let our love leave no regrets, and let our life leave no regrets.

Love your heart, has not changed; People who miss you are far away, but their hearts are in your world; In the past years, we were all immature. Maybe at that time, I couldn't give you a happy life and let you taste real happiness. But over the years, I have worked hard, and I think I have the ability to let you enjoy the most colorful life.

At this time, I found that we are all old enough to talk about marriage; So I really want to marry you; Accompany you for a lifetime, and never give up; Treat you as a treasure in your hand, hurting, pampering and caring; Don't let you feel sad, don't let you taste distress; Because of you, I feel that life is meaningful; Because of you, the world will become colorful and beautiful.

Delong who loves you all his life.

20XX year XX month XX

A love letter to first love. Love is a kind of fate, and being able to love each other is a kind of happiness. Love is a feeling, and you will feel happy after many days. Love is an experience, and it will be sweet for both rich and poor. Tanabata is coming, do you still remember your first lover?

Dear money:

Are you-are you okay? Please allow me to call you dear again. This may be my last letter to you. Think a lot, hurt for a long time. Until now, I wrote this letter with love and hate, and my pen is close, and my actions are tears.

I remember that on April 5th, 20 13, we came together with youth and ignorance, and clearly remembered the excitement and shyness of seeing you for the first time after the performance, the joy of giving you a gift for the first time, the happiness of dating for the first time and hugging for the first time. In that seed age of love, we walked together, chose each other, and foolishly thought that we would grow old. I will never forget the days I spent with you.

After a hurry, we went to our respective universities and had a long university life, looking around at the people around us. Many of them walked by together, and I could see those people snuggling up to each other in every corner. No one noticed such a person, very ordinary, who was busy with two people's affairs. Yes, we started a long-distance relationship. We rely on computers and mobile phones far more than the people around us. We will suddenly laugh and cry, and we live a two-person life.

People around you are very happy. They may be in the same class. They can study together, have classes together and take notes together. It doesn't matter to be apart for a second, because there is another one waiting for them. They may be in the same school. They can go to the library, the canteen, the stars and the moon together, and they will not see each other for a day, at least not tomorrow. They may only be in the same city, but they can also go shopping, watch movies and take the bus together. Although I miss not meeting for a week, at least it's easy to meet. But we can't hold hands for a long time, we can only send "harassment" messages in class and tell each other: I miss you. I can only wait until the evening to chat with each other for a long time, some reluctant love words, some strange ideas, and I can only stay on the phone and say "see you next time", but next time, where is it? Tired, want to pinch your face, bored, want to hold your little hand, you will worry that I don't like your new hairpin, and you will worry that your newly cut bangs are ugly. We call each other "foodies", and sometimes you cry when you talk. I know, that's because you miss me.

For love, we learned to understand and tolerate. We agree that anger can't override one night, and we will make up for the next day. We try not to beat and scold or be embarrassed. We always exchange a little more effort for a little more happiness. Sometimes, there will be misunderstanding, sometimes, there will be temptation, sometimes, it will be shaken, but isn't it all over? Every time we meet, we hate how time flies. You always start to feel sad the night before we leave, but I cry silently after getting on the bus. How extravagant it is to meet each other. We cherish every minute together. We hold hands, fall in love, make promises through fingers, sew fingers and fall in love.

You like to scratch my palm with your index finger when holding hands. You always secretly look at me when I'm not looking at you. When I look at you, you naughty block my eyes with your palm. Enduring pressure and yearning, we love each other deeply. I can't forget your seeing me off at the station. My weak body always makes me feel distressed. I received your reluctant text message as soon as I got on the bus. We told each other to live well and think hard.

I have to admit that long-distance love is very painful, but I am still deeply involved. I never cared about this. I try to make myself better, thinking that I can be with you in the future, and I still have a chance!

However, what I didn't want to see and accept came. /kloc-In September of 0/4, you broke up with me with the phrase "I am too tired to go on". Hearing the news was like a bolt from the blue, which made me feel at a loss. I think that even though we are in a different place, we are still happy, because we have a person who can stick with us, a heart that can stick with us, and a love that is strong enough to challenge the distance. This kind of love is beyond lovers in different places. This is a spiritual exchange across time and space, and it is an unconditional trust.

A few days before we broke up, an intermittent voice kept lingering in my ear, telling my reluctance and unwillingness. I don't understand your determination. Your ruthlessness breaks my heart. I began to close myself, and I could only record my sadness in words every day. I don't know why you are indifferent to my retention. I don't know how you can let go of our relationship for so many years. Open a diary that records your mood and write down a lot about you. I know you hate being left out, and you are afraid of endless waiting. Seeing the feelings I wrote down, I put myself behind the humble, just for you to take another look, even if it was a short message I sent in the past. However, refreshing visitors again and again, my eyes are on your head again and again, and the gloomy colors make me sad.

I am timid, I can only live, although I am desperate. Desperate is that you failed my people and my heart. I hate my infatuation and emotional fragility. 10 day equals 3 years. Sad, ridiculous, sad.

But what can you do if you complain? I have loved it to the bone, reading the diary and recording your kindness and everything in our past. The persistence of those pages made it impossible for me to start over. I pray that you will see me again. I am wishful thinking that you will meet me, even if I wait until dusk alone.

1 01October1,I arrived at the city where we started, the place where we first dated. I knew you would come. Finally, you came. . . . . .

Looking at you, you are still the kind of beauty I like. Looking at you, I tried not to cry, but I still shed tears, because you are still firm. I use all my words to stay. I hugged you and said I couldn't live without you, but you told me to let go with tears in your eyes. At that moment, did you feel my trembling? This is a heartbreaking despair that is more common than death. This is the disintegration and dissipation of the soul. I can't keep you because your heart is incomplete. At that moment, I hated you, him, myself and the world.

That day, we talked a lot and finally put it down. We laughed, but every time I laughed, my heart broke. We had a meal together. How can I swallow it if you let me eat it? Looking at you, I laugh at myself. Do you know how sad I was? You don't know. You're gone.

Remember that song I sang for you the other day? I couldn't sing at noon that day. I hugged you and cried. Now let me finish it:

The twinkling stars left traces of time.

The center of my world is still you.

Year after year is fleeting.

The only constant is constant change.

I am not who I used to be, and you are a little different from you.

But in my eyes, your smile is still beautiful.

Days can only go in one direction, clockwise.

I don't know how long it will take, so I want you to understand.

I still love you, this is the only way out.

I still cherish happiness.

Every breath, every movement, every mood.

I will still love you in the end.

I still love you, maybe this is fate.

After many years, accidents cannot be replaced by accidents.

Those times were the best of my life.

Those memories are still unforgettable.

Every breath, every movement, every mood.

I will love you forever.

At the end of the day, you drove me back. You only know that I want to spend more time with you, but you don't know that I want to smell your hair again and feel the feeling of holding you again, because I'm afraid I'll forget the taste and feeling. I appreciate your driving slowly, but I still think it's too fast. God let us go for such a long three years, but fate let us end in 10 minutes. Finally, you left, leaving me in the busy street. Did you see that number? The shadow in the sunset looks very lonely, leaving silently, with tears streaming down her face and being alone.

I watched you leave, but I couldn't fix it. My life is so crazy in the endless night that I can't find my way. So I chose to escape, escape from pain, and escape from myself. The disturbance of the world of mortals gradually overwhelmed me, and the hard work made me numb. Then I thought I had forgotten, forgotten happiness, forgotten pain, forgotten separation. But when I found that my affectionate eyes could no longer look straight into your eyes, I was at a loss. Tears again and again proved my cowardice. I keep trying to get rid of the past, but I find that my life and my soul can only rely on those past events to continue.

The next day, I went home. I went home when my numb feet had to stop. My parents prepared a sumptuous dinner for me, but I was habitually in a daze while eating. My mother called me "son, son?" I looked up and my voice hesitated: "Are you calling me?" I woke up suddenly and felt guilty, but my frozen heart still felt a little warm. I said, "Mom, I'm fine, just tired." At that moment, I saw the distress and deep worry in my mother's eyes My parents didn't mention you to me, but I know they know everything.

My ideal, my goal and my desire have all died once, and the living will still live. At home, I tortured myself almost cruelly, not letting myself fall asleep, because as soon as I lay in bed, I missed you crazily. I was afraid that the madness before going to bed would make me dream of you, but I still dreamed of you.

In my dream, you are like that gentle and graceful figure, standing in a boat, lightly loaded with spruce, charming and moving. We meet to grow old together, hold your hand and grow old with your son. I woke up, but my pillow was wet.

Wu, the moon is clear, and the green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting?

You are in tears, my concubine is in tears, Lao Luo feels the same way, but the tide has subsided.

Insomnia night, are you insomnia because of lovesickness like me? No, you left, the lamp of life went out, and the world was far away in front of me. What I'm afraid of is the night.

Do you know that?/You know what? None of us will fall in love twice. Cupid will not shoot the same arrow at the same person twice. No matter who we like or appreciate, even if we have an extraordinary affection, it is not love. Everyone has only one love, and that is the first love. If you miss it, you miss it. At that time when the flowers were in full bloom, we first discovered the emotion of love. Therefore, the first love is so unforgettable and eternal.

A person's kindness to you is not love, touching is not love, and kindness is not love. Love is a feeling in the bones. First love is like fireworks of the human heart, which can only be shot into the air once. The moment it lights up, it is like a meteor across the sky. You will never feel the beauty of watching fireworks for the first time again. Even if you see fireworks in the future, you will never feel them. It is a spiritual sublimation from ignorance to sentiment. Beauty is like first love. We'll never do it again. If you miss it, you miss it.

How many times have I plucked up the courage to accept all this, but how much courage do you need to forget and how much courage do you need to miss? In a relationship, two people walked far away and passed by in a hurry, and the last two directions went further and further, leaving a story, which is just a story.

I'm telling you, I'm going to walk through the place where we walked, pick up the memories little by little, and throw them into my heart, even if it hurts, I'll do it. It may be hypocritical to say that no matter how much you do, the result will be the same and you can go now. What's the use of so-called love, so-called affection and so-called fate?

Many people advised me that if I lost it, I would be reluctant to stay. Maybe, but who can pretend that everything never happened? Dry tears are heartbreaking scars, and this feeling is attached to me like vines. Once love was the soil where it took root and sprouted, and it has taken root and sprouted in my heart. Although the back of Once is a stranger, it falls in love and is portrayed.

Who is right and who is wrong? No one is right or wrong. Your heart can't go back to the point I know, and I can't get out of this hurdle. In the past years, you have filled the drawing board of my life. Now I need time to erase your trace little by little. Only after experiencing such pain can we know true love, and only after losing it can we know how to cherish it. As a result, I am not writing alone, and neither are we sketching. There are too many environmental factors, but the attraction between us is less than the external pull, that's all.

How many days have you been apart? Forgot. You have no idea how much I want to go back and how much I hope you can trust me, but I can't go back, I can't go back! Every day, I am alone in a daze, listening to songs alone, as if all the love songs in the world were sung by myself, and some people comforted me and forgot when I walked. And how much I wanted to, I walked and came back. This result is also expected, and this ending is also expected. Unexpectedly, years have changed people's hearts, and the world of mortals is fiddling with their feelings. It is ridiculous that they were so immature and naive at the beginning.

Dear, you used to make me willing to do anything to warm you, but now you make me shudder at everything. You found a warmer place. I had hoped that you could find happiness in my world. Now you quit, leaving me alone to remember in my dream. But you know what? I am stubborn, and I lost unfairly. I love you once, waiting for you to finish this helpless performance without ending. When love is facing rebellion and pulling dignity, I find that love is the eternal gesture in life, and others are just playing a tragic role.

After the separation, everything changed. The songs we once heard together have no happy factors, only sad melodies. I know that the wound will be healed by time, but the scars can't be erased. After many years, I can only talk about the past. I believe you love me. I believe you miss me, but it doesn't matter. For so many days, I have been trying to smooth my memory, but I don't know that I love you and the whole past.

In fact, I don't want to write these, some sadness can't be written, and some feelings can't be understood by others. Leave me alone and think about my own affairs seriously. It takes a long time to calm down after the calm lake surface ripples. There is no incurable injury. So, when I face it again, if I turn around, it's not that I don't love it, but that something is hurt and it's healed. I don't know how many years my memory will last, but I hope you will have a little in the future when I lose my memory.

Honey, I have so much to say to you, but there is nothing I can do. You will never let me say it without regrets. You are at the end of your world, watching the snowflakes fluttering, and I am at my cape, watching the drizzle. You don't have to be alone anymore, it's just me. I will walk alone, blowing my hair, thinking of another person, holding my right hand with my left hand, being strong and sticking to my faith. I will wander alone in a strange place with our original dream. I will stare at the sky alone and recall my original figure in a strange environment.

The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday has also passed. Today, I set foot on the train back to school, looking at the moving scenery behind me and the city that belongs to you. I know this is a kind of fate. Tonight, I arrived in Guilin. Look at the time. It's getting late. The silver moonlight of Mid-Autumn Festival has faded, and people are running around everywhere, trying to escape from the night. We have to find another place and wait for the first bus back to school at dawn.

The internet cafe in the middle of the night is calm. Close your eyes gently and recall what you are familiar with, but now there is a gap of 10%. Sometimes I think, I owe you in my last life, but I won't pay you back in this life. Tonight, I condensed the heat wave flowing in time into ice. Tonight, I write down the youth that has passed by in a hurry, and then stare quietly and feel the fleeting time.

When everything is quietly carried by time, if one day we meet in a sea of people, maybe I am still so affectionate to you and my passion for you is long gone, but this may be a bridge that we must cross in life, but I am a little disappointed, sad and at a loss.

I hate time, because every second passes, the distance from you widens by another second. Until the Spring and Autumn Period, my thoughts have turned into dust, leaving only shallow memories. Looking out of the window, the deep night can't hide the lights of the city, full of melancholy, I don't know who to tell, I can only give my feelings to the pen, turn them into fingers, knock out my deep sadness and wait for dawn.

Yes, I chose to wait, not to impress you, but to keep myself from leaving. I can pretend not to care, or I can pretend to be free and easy, but there is always a corner in my heart. When I am tired, I can walk into this corner and touch the once beautiful things. This is my slim hope. Why should I give up? With or without it, I can say to the whole world: once, I didn't repent!

Dear, when you see others in pairs, don't forget that we loved each other in the peach blossom of life.

Remember, before you stepped into that sacred temple, there was a person whose ring finger was always blank for you, waiting for it and returning it at the same time!

Love, Ray

20XX year XX month XX