Novel & Cerita 100 Razones Por Las Que Te Amo

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.

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

I smiled, glancing down at Zoraida, who was getting bored picking at the embroidery on her dress. “To borrow from Pablo Neruda. I love you without knowing how, when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride. Therefore, I love you because I know no other way. And I never want to find another.” I concluded, putting the black gold floral enraged band onto his finger.

FUCK ME EQUAL TO YOUR MONEY I grew quiet, staring at him. My heart pounded softly. “Why should we do this, Jack?” “A lot, baby. So many reasons,” he answered without thinking. “So many reasons like what?” I asked, ruthless, steadying my breath. “Babe, I love you so much. I love you with my heart. And I can do anything to make you happy,” he purred. He had made only one point that made sense to me—and that is where this whole thing will rest on.

I am . It's just that I cannot control my need and want around him. last night had been the only night we did not have sex because we were fighting. the thought still bring tears to my eyes I can't just help it damn him and his handsomeness and his big, big cock and the fucking effect it has on me