100 Razones Por Las Que Te Amo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Why me? Why didn't you leave me the hell alone then? Why didn't you stop? Why did you make me fall in love with you?" Her words cut through me like a knife, each one a painful reminder of the damage I had inflicted upon her. "Because I couldn't leave you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "You were sent to me by God. You were mine. Every moment I spent with you, I learned a little more about you. Every second I laid with you, I fell for you a little more. And after nine months, I couldn't see myself without you. You became my addiction. I hated our fights, your bitchiness, you walking out on me, but I loved you."

I talked to the image of Kiara and swiped to another one. "I love you, and now, I can do anything for you. I want to be the reason for your smile, tears, peace, pain and chaos now. And if I have decided that, I will make it true now. So that's why, I want you now, all by me and all for me, Kiara M Thakre."

He nodded, his thumbs swiping at the tears streaming down my cheeks, leaving little tingles in their wake. “I do,” he said. “I love you so much, Haven.” “Why?” I asked. “Because of some magical bond?” “No,” he told me, shaking his head and moving closer to me. “I love you because you’re you. I love you because you’re my best friend. You are the only person who truly calls me out on my shit and doesn’t sugarcoat it, and you’ve done that since day one. You’re the first person I think of every day and the last person I think of at night. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, because you are my life. I love everything about you, from your fiery red hair to your fiery attitude when you don’t

I repeated the question, but this time I tried to say it the way he should not be confused. - Why are you doing this for me? Why are you here? What is happening? Why am I feeling this? - I am doing this because I want to make you feel happy, I want to take care of you, because of the sparks you feel when we touch, I feel them too baby, and I am here for you, I do not care for anyone else. - Oh, I said. - Why did you cry? He asked me - Because you defended me from her, no one has ever done that, I was never important enough. I said.

(Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Un mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let other kisses make you fall in love Deja que otros besos te enamoren Someone else bring you flowers Que alguien más te lleve flores There are more than a million loves Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quie

My love I'm sorry if I can't fight you because of my position in the mafia. Even if we are different, even if the opinions of others are in conflict, remember that I love you very much. You know I can't afford to hurt you, especially to kill. Get away, run away. You will always remember how much I love you. Yours truly, R.M.

"i say to my bestfriend she nod and leave thé room. I lay on my bed and let thé tears i Have been holding back leave my eyes, i cry as much as i want to, letting all my émotions out, why did i Have to ho through this, why me? why can't he love me? why cant my own love story be like my mum, maybe if i look as beautiful as she is he would have notice me, maybe if i wasn't soo antisocial and introverted he could have love me, why am i soo différent and weird.

"Your father loves me so much that's why." Note: I failed doing 2 chapters, I apologize everyone!

You also shine brilliantly enough that I know I’ll always be able to find my way back to you. One paragraph is not enough for me to tell you just how much you mean to me. It would take me thousands of pages to tell you just how much I love you. If I spent the rest of eternity writing, I still could not accurately portray how amazing you are and all of the reasons why I love you.

I ask not believing. "I don't understand how you could possibly love someone like me." The argument is refuted by him. "It's not complicated at all. I love you because you have numerous abilities, you are passionate about what you believe in, you love your family and friends, you are willing to fight for what is right, and you never give up. All of these things contribute to why I love you. I love you for all of those reasons, but the most important reason is because I love you for who you are and the fact that you don't judge other people based on who they are." Because I no longer feel threatened by looking into his blue eyes, I have begun to cry again. He puts both of his hands on my chin