#; last love

[firefly-post]

Te dí el amor que ni yo mismo me tenía.

[soulinkpoetry]

Either your first or your last stays with you forever!

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[hometown-helen-of-troy]

Today I was scrolling through social media and I came across a post from the first man I ever loved. I loved him dearly and I hoped to God that he would be the one. Alas, we had different goals and different priorities, and though we loved each other, it wasn’t gonna work.

He was at a wedding in Europe and it was beautiful. The settings were lovely, the people were smiling, and everything was gold and sparkling. I was glad for him, but I was also struck by the differences our lives had brought.

At the time I saw his post, I was sitting next to the man I love now. We were driving to the river for a family barbecue. The windows were open because the air conditioning is out and we can’t afford to fix it just yet. We were listening to old country music, driving through little towns, talking about what kind of house we’d like to build on a plot of land one day.

It struck me how different my life could have been. I could have been a rich woman, with frequent trips abroad and nights filled with fine dining and glittering jewels. If I’d changed my goals, changed my priorities, we could’ve been very happy. Instead I chose to wait, and I found a different kind of man. He’s a hard worker, with a good heart and a strong mind. I’m so blessed to have found him and I thank God for having a far better plan for me than I could have dreamed.

[miyalmineko]

If i die my last wish will be i wanted to bury with you in the same grave....

[prettygirl-gabi]

"Dancing in the rain like dirty dancing"

Rating: Teen And Up

Warning: fluff, angst, long distance

Category: F/M

Fandom: ATEEZ (Band)

Relationships: !non-idol Jongho x poc fem reader

Summary: you started off as classmates then you became lovers, but what happens when jongho has to move away? will your love stand the distance or will it falter under the pressure of time?

The Romantic Trope Series ML

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First love is a feeling that cannot be described in words. It is an emotion that takes over your entire being and leaves you breathless. For you, and Jongho, your first love story was something that either of you would never forget.

Jongho had always been a quiet and reserved person. He kept to himself most of the time and didn't have many friends. However, when he met you, everything changed. You were outgoing and bubbly, and had a way of making him feel alive.

One day, while they were sitting in the park together while working on a project, Jongho mustered up the courage to tell you how he truly felt. "Y/n," he said nervously, "I know we've only known each other for a short time, but I can't help how I feel about you. I think I'm in love with you."

You looked at him with surprise in you eyes as you slowly tucked the papers in your binder. Part of you had never thought of Jongho in that way before, but the other part of you did. With how you looked at him now, you realized that those feelings were mutual.

"Jongho," you said softly, "I think I might be falling for you too."

From that moment on, your relationship blossomed into something beautiful. Between school and everything else you both spent every moment could together and talked about everything under the sun, and the moon.

One day while walking through the park again hand-in-hand Jongho asked what made you fall for him?

"Well," you began with a smile on your face "You're kind-hearted and gentle even though you don't talk much."

Jongho smiled back at her feeling his heart swell with happiness hearing those words from someone he cared so much for.

As your relationship progressed you faced challenges like any couple does but your bond only grew stronger through it all.

However as life often does it threw the both of you a curveball when Jongho received news he would have to move away due to his father's job.

You both were devastated at the news but Jongho promised that you'd make it work no matter what.

"I'll call you every day," he said, "and we can write letters to each other. We'll make this work, Y/n."

And you both did, from talkin on the phone every day and writing letters to each other, sharing hopes and dreams for the future.

"within the first year everything was going great, even though jongho had moved you still made time for one another. it wasn't until the second year that you began to doubt if this relationship would actually work.

~flashback~ "hey jongho it's y/n, this is the third voicemail i've left. i'm at the airport waiting for you, it says your flight should've been here an hour ago but there's no sign of you- can you please call or text me so i can know your okay at least" you sigh and look up at the flight screen. what had been an hour slowly turned into two hours then from two hours to four, you soon got anxious and called jongho's dad. that conversation lead to you finding out that jongho never left new york, in fact he didn't even mention your two year anniversary that was approaching which was even more concerning. feeling slightly defeated you gather your things and head home.

~four hours later~ shortly after you arrived home you were receiving calls every few minutes or so, none of which you replied to.

It took you about a week and a half before you talked to him again. "What, I'm at fence practice." You say as you focused on your practice partner. "Baby i'm so sorry, it was never my intention to forget such a special date, i have a lot going on right now and i know that's not an excuse. please just call me back when you're done...i love you" jongho sat the phone down with a sigh, he knew what he had to do. he check his laptop for the next flight to your town then he began packing his clothes.

He sat on the flight question what would be the things he would say to you or how could he even make it up to you. He had talked your best friend and asked her to help him surprise you. It took him about a day and a half to plan everything with the help of your best friend. "Thanks again y/bff/n, I hope she listens to me and we can work this out."

~~timeskip after school~~

You close my locker as you set off to the front of the building to get to your bike. Your phone beeps with it’s a text from my mom. [*will be working late, dinners in the oven just heat it up for 30 minutes on 350*] .

What you didn't know was that she was in on the suprise. So you send a quick ok back as but as you try to put your phone away you and Jongho collide with each other sending yoyr phone and schoolwork flying everywhere.

This had caused you  to land on the ground with a oomph “oh no, im so sorry- are you okay? i didn’t hurt you did i? here let me help you up.” i’m pulled up by none other than jongho, i dust my pants off “yeah i’m fine, Jongho. But what are you doing here.”

"I have a surprise for you baby and I know it's going to take a lot of talking but i want this and us to work, so will you go on this date with me." You agreed and the both of you went to this open field that was one of second special spots for the both of you.

"I missed you so much, pretty bear," you had managed to say as you looked over to his now relaxed face as the both of you watched dirty dancing because it was one of your all time favorite movies ever.

Jongho held you close feeling like he was finally home again after all these years away from you. "I've missed you so much more my pretty bun bun but for now let's dance, yeah." He ask you as he got up holding his hand out to you. "Oh why of course my lover boy.", from the moment you took his hand it started to rain.

Neither one of you wanted to stop dancing, so you both danced until you were shivering cold. "I brought spare clothes for just incase we slept here tonight wanna get in the truck or no?" "Let's just keep dancing, yeah." Movie long forgotten as you both swayed to the melody of what Jongho was humming.

You both danced until the rain had stopped. "Um should we do another movie or start this one over." You asked as the both of you finally changed into dry clothes. "We can change it to something Marvel." Jongho stated as he kissed the top of your heard, "And might I say you look beautiful in my shirt and your oh so small shorts, baby."

You hit jongho on his chest. "I swear you are a perv." "Me a perv I'm only 3 years older then you plus your dad approves of me",  he said as he poked your side.

Your love story may have started out small but it grew into something that lasted a lifetime. Some how you both were able to prove proved that distance couldn't break each other apart. As time flew by faster, you both got married and had two amazing kids, and with those kids and your marriage came many more amazing and loving moments.

[odonnellp-24-love]

"You are my twin flame & my final love story. There will NEVER be anyone else. Till my dying day, you will be my last story."

[scotland-wolves]

[bibliophilliqueee]

I'll never understand our obsession with firsts and lasts. First/last love, kiss, hug, walk etc. I mean, they do have an impact on us but life happens between the first and the last. All the best things happen between first and last and maybe they're good or bad or you don't even remember either; it doesn't matter as much as what made you feel the best. All the times you felt loved, heard, understood, content...

[image taken from Pinterest]

[couple-scme]

Quero estar sempre com você ✨

[theskyweshare]

I fell in love with you and just like that I was  

       no longer perfect

[firefly-post]

So won't you, please, spare me indignity?

And won't you, please, give me some decency?

[seriouslysarahsstuff]

What if it was the last time

What if he took all my share of happiness

[theriverbeyond]

Ideal work schedule:

I show up and am given a list of cognitively engaging but achievable tasks

I complete the list

I leave immedietly

[fly-chicken]

A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU

***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***

Blacked out part is my name.

I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too

AND

I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.

And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.

A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am

[scotland-wolves]