About Love Novels & Stories

He choked. "Then why do you feel odd when I show my love towards you? Why can't you believe that I love you too in the same way? All this question of who deserves what... it doesn't make any sense. When we love someone, we love them with all their flaws and all their virtues. Please don't say such things again." Damini looked away from him and sucked on her lower lip, trying to control her tears.

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”

"Don't talk about love that way, it's more than that. Love is beautiful, amazing, love is all we will ever need." "You give so much power to love," Eric said. "And why don't you?" "What does love mean to you?" Emma asked, staring at Eric intensely for his answer. "I can't give a right answer to that but I feel we give so much power to an emotion we can control." "We can't control love, how we feel for someone. If we could no one would fall in love with the wrong person." Eric's words gave Emma a ick. She had never seen someone speak like this about love.

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

Even I thought that could be the emotion existing within that man's chest, I realized it was not. It took me time to read but I later had it figured out. It's a look of pain. It's a look of regret, hurt, infliction, torment but yet admiration. You see why I'm confused? How could you feel two contrasting things towards someone at once? I understood love and hate because there's a very thin line between them. He's is regret and admiration. His admiration glowed anytime he saw her smile, whenever she adjusted her hair or each time she nearly choked out of laughter.

We slept on the hospital bed hugging each other like a normal couple. "Aiden, am i dreaming?? " i asked him with tear filled eyes. "Not today sweetheart!!!" he gently kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly.

Becoming what I needed her to be. ⸻ She didn’t. She let it go too far. ⸻ The night she came back… I already knew. Before she opened her mouth. Before she tried to explain. I saw it. Attachment. Emotional compromise. Danger. ⸻ She said she loved him. I almost laughed. Not because it was funny— …but because it was predictable. ⸻ Love. People use that word like it means something. Like it holds weight. Like it can protect them.

We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it. When you talk about love it does not necessarily mean to love your wife or her husband but to love your neighbor that's what love is, I believe in

"What is it?" "When we got married the first time, six years ago, I loved you. But I didn't fully understand what love meant. I thought love was about passion and attraction and wanting to be with someone." He paused, his thumbs rubbing circles on the backs of my hands. "But now I know that love is so much more than that. Love is choosing someone every day, even when it's hard. Love is fighting for someone when the whole world is against you. Love is believing in someone even when the evidence says you shouldn't. Love is sacrifice and trust and commitment and patience and forgiveness." Tears were already streaming down my face.

Love doesn't need to be forced, it should just be real and should come from within. That is all that matters and that is all that should matter. Everyone has different views on what Love is? It can be happiness, it can also be pain, it can be giving, it can also be sacrificing, it can be praying together or it can also be keeping your loved ones in your prayer, it can be for eternity, it can also be for numbered days, it can be saving them, it can also be betraying them. You might either find your true love and live happily or let go with a smile...