About Love 소설 & 이야기

His life story becomes the motivation and guidance for society. LOVE means a person who struggles and survives, sees dreams and does all hard work for getting success for those dreams. That person has everything; family, money, comfy lifestyle, good career and social respect too (some places) but that person's success is not a life lesson or guidance for anyone because that person is living for himself, not for others.

For a minute, Kyle and I just stood there, hands and gazes locked, transfixed at the moment. I saw and felt his love for me. It was beyond what words could convey. My emotions overwhelmed me and took control of my body. I pulled one hand free, reaching for his lips. My thumb traced every curve of his mouth, my heart thumping steadily in rhythm with his. "I love you," the words came out naturally, vocalizing everything I felt. In response, a huge grin spread on Kyle's lips, cupping my face so I could stare at nothing else but him.

I sighed, I was trying to remember something. “Love is just a simple word, yet it has a lot of meaning. You can only say that you are in love when you are still with that person who hurt you. I mean, love isn’t all about happiness; it’s also about sacrifices, pain, struggles, understanding and acceptance. Love is all about trust and commitment. If you are in love, you can understand what I am telling you now.” She listened carefully. Luckily, I watched a lot of movies. “Really? Is that how you and my brother fell in love with each other?” She then asked.

Eason groaned. “He just wants what’s best,” Nyla said. “Yeah, best for him,” Eason scowled. “You’ll learn, Nyla, that the only person my dad cares about is himself. The rest is just an act.” Suddenly Edmond’s coldness took on a new meaning: indifference. Conflicted on whether or not to believe Eason, Nyla stayed silent. “Well, let’s get started.” Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.”

I chuckle. “Yes, Reed. I love you. I love how you only drink coffee in your favourite cup and refuse any other cup. I love how you pretend to hate my pranks but, you secretly love them. I love how you annoy Ryder to show him your love. I love your bad boy personality. All in all, I love you, too,” I tell him, blushing, and he smiles wildly.

KitKat sarcastically, also a little ridiculous. "Ban, what is love?" "Love in my eyes, which is to let the other side understand me, is also a kind of indescribable tenderness, isn't it? Deeply imprinted on the heart and into the bones and marrow, even without saying a word, even if it's thousands of trees away from me? So, hearts are still together, never apart."

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

She tried to keep her reaction minimal. "You love him." So Ra simply stated as she took a sip of her coffee. "Who?" Lana looked at her friend helplessly. "Do I even need to say it? It's too obvious." So Ra laughed. "I care about Jason..." Lana said, looking down at her hands. "Are you kidding me?" So Ra asked in disbelief. "I don't know what to do. Either way I turn someone is going to get hurt." She felt desperate for an answer that would solve her problem.

"You know,you could have just said 'I love you too' instead of saying so much." "Not really", Vikram shrugged, fondling his wife's ass, lifting her thighs a bit so she fit his palm,"I find the concept of couples confessing their love to each other all the time strange. Even though we love each other,I don't see the need to constantly intimate to you about the lack of change in my feelings.I know that I love you,just like I also know you reciprocate. Anything more than that is just an unnecessary constant reminder to the other partner in the relationship."

I don't like other people calling me a sweetie or any other nickname; I just like it when he does it, when he did it. Damn, why do I miss him? Why do I miss his voice, the way he looked at me, his gestures, his hugs, his kisses, all his cute caresses and nicknames he told me? I don't want to miss him, I don't want to feel I don't want anything with him, I don't want to remember "Are you all right?" He asks, somewhat confused and also upset at my expression.