Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds, it was you I fell in love with first.

I don't care to be someone's first love, I care to be their second or third, after every heartbreak they had experienced, I was worthy enough for them to move forward and this to me is greater than any first's of someone's heart.

The very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.

You are my first love. And then, You will be my only love.

You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love.

The future for me is already a thing of the past - You were my first love and you will be my last.

Men always want to be a woman’s first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about these things. What (women) like is to be a man’s last romance.

I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.