3 Great Loves Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Though, if that's how I can make up then let's make a deal. " "What deal?" "Don't marry me, " he began, bringing my attention, " All You have to do is to stay with me for three months during this time, you have time to know me better and fall in love with me." My mouth slightly opened, as I looked at him, stunned with a chuckle, "I can't love you even if you give me the next three lives, "

I love him but I can't live without you too. David Wolf: Christopher is a really nice man. If that's what you want, then I'm with you. As long as you're happy, I don't care. I don't believe in these stupidities, like if they have age difference they won't work. That's all rubbish. A relationship works on three things, love, respect and trust. If you have all three then you are a perfect couple. Age difference really doesn't matter. If that's what makes you happy then I'm happy too.

Like he had been holding his breath until that moment. And in that kiss, I felt it how dangerous love could be when it felt that good. By the third month, we’d made a promise. No matter what life threw at us, we’d fight for each other. He gave me a ring his mother’s, silver and small. It was a secret between us, hidden beneath the sleeve of my blouse. That night, we went too far or maybe we went just far enough. I gave him everything, my virginity. Not because he asked, but because I wanted to. Because it felt right. Sacred. I remember the way his fingers trembled, how gentle he was, how he asked, “Are you sure?” more times than I could count.

The longer I lived with them, the more my affection for them grew. I am a selfish woman! And indeed, I was a woman who wanted to control the three of them for myself. In the flow of my life, three loves are priceless, sparkling gems. I hope to keep the flame of this love as beautiful as the stars that illuminate the night, nurture the love story like lightning sweeping the sky, and maintain this relationship as strong as the roots of a tree that never break. My three mates are the song of life that never ceases to play in the rhythm of my heart. I wish I could embrace them in love's eternal embrace.

I smiled when I remembered the sounds Gahn made when I made love to her. There was no doubt I was in love with Gahn, and even though she loved me likewise, I knew it was difficult to love only one lady exclusively. After all, I loved my mum, Inikpi and my other half-sisters too. Wherever the love adventure took I, Gahn, Pre and maybe A. J. Baby, I cared less and switched on my laptop computer to watch an action movie before going to bed. I reminded myself to call Pre and A. J. Baby the next day.

Then, a few weeks ago, we crossed paths again at her birthday party. I was a little drunk, just looking to keep a beautiful woman company. It could’ve been anyone. But fate had other plans. I asked her out… and got rejected and put down again by the same woman. And tonight? It happened a third time. Third time’s the charm… yeah, right. If the first two times were just attraction, this third time showed me the truth. It was real love. Deep, genuine love and adoration. When did I actually fall for her?

I should get to the point where what our subject’s defines it. “According to the triangular theory of love developed by psychologist Robert Sternberg, proposes that love is composed of three distinct but interrelated components: intimacy, passion, commitment. The triangular theory allows for eight types of love: non-love, liking, infatuation, empty, romantic, fatuous, and consummate.” I quietly sat back from my chair as I said those. Mrs. Chopin blink looking shock from my words. Ave’s mouth formed an O and shook her head like she already figured out what I will say.

Dylan decided to let down his defenses and simply said, “I don’t care. I care, but I’m not invested in whose she is. I’m invested in loving who she is.” Mike’s head jerked back in surprise. Shoulders relaxing, he drew in a deep breath. “Same here.” He took his eyes off the road for a second and gave Dylan a look that made him fight to hold back tears. “I just don’t want to be left out of the greatest love I can imagine.” Nodding, Dylan tapped him on the shoulder with a gentle fist and said, “Impossible. Because that love can’t exist without all three of us.” “Four. Four now.”

I answered him. “Didn't turn out to be great, yeah?” he asked, I chuckled and looked at the sky. “Yeah, but it's okay. I know that almost half the people entered three types of this kind of love life, the first was the one that will teach you how it is to love. The second one will mend and mold you, and the last one is the one who'll stay till you grow old.” “Touché.” he uttered, I licked my lower lip and sighed.

Love. END