Amor De Mi Vida Carta Novels & Stories

Dad and Amber had already made a party against me leaving me pouting. I am tired now Damien and I need to save some energy to play with Amber or your Amy. So I will stop. In the end I will just say I truly loved you and what I did, I did because I wanted to do it. I ain't betraying because I know we will meet again and then we will have an eternity together. We will Damien, won't we? With love By my mom-dad, your Amy and me ( your Rain ) Damien laughed as he looked at the letter. Tears fell down on the paper blotting through the pen ink.

"Thank you mi amore." I got this.

Amore mio, My heart.

A man who would do everything just to impose a horrendous love that shouldn't exist in the first place. "Te amo, Amor."

“Your laughter echoed through these trees, and every flower bloomed brighter in your presence.” His hand caressed the engraved letters of her name, tracing them with a tenderness born of a lifetime of love. He feigned a smile. “I ate today, did not skip my meals and I'm also taking medication on time.” He muttered. “I am living for you, Amara.” Another pause and he felt his eyes burning. A lump of saliva formed in his throat. “I've missed you every day since you left. Not a moment goes by when you're not in my thoughts. But I've kept my promise, my love. I am living for you.”

I frowned and looked at Francis in annoyance, refusing him. "I don't need it." "There is 100 thousand dollars in it. No password needed," Francis continued smugly. "I'm giving you this because of the past we shared. Take it to improve your quality of life. Live better, and learn to love yourself. Don't keep holding on to the past. It's time to let go." After he was done blabbing, he tried to shove the card into my hand.

I'd be leaving a life behind, raising a child with him in a dangerous world I was still getting a hang of. “I'd do anything to fix this, Cara Mia,” There was warmth in his voice as he stepped closer to me. “I'd never lie to you,” His hands touched my shoulders. “Give me another chance,” The backs of my eyes burned, and more tears escaped. I let them roll down my cheeks. “I can't lose you. I'd die in a world without you,” He swallowed hard. Eyes pleading. Begging. “I love you, Amore Mio,” My throat tightened, and my chest rose and fell with every breath. My eyes burned harder.

I whispered. He brushed his lips against mine, left me a peck, and whispered, "My babygirl, mi mujer, mi amor eterno..." He kept mumbling in Spanish as if praying, "Te amaré para siempre. Nadie, ni siquiera la propia vida, se atreverá a apartarte de mí. Perteneces a mis brazos y a ningún otro lugar." (I will love you forever; no one, not even life itself, will dare to take you away from me. You belong to my arms and nowhere else.)

His eyes scanned the message: [Maybe I’m the luckiest woman on earth for having you as my husband. Thank you for holding on and waiting for me. I’m sorry I’ve only brought you pain. In the years to come—if God allows—I promise to always be by your side on this special day. Happy birthday, my love.] Regis pulled her into a gentle but tight hug and whispered, “That’s the sweetest birthday wish I’ve ever received. Thank you for coming back to me, Amora.”

Me: are you sure you want to know? Carlos: on Me: you won't judge me?! Carlos: who am I to do it?! Me: Well I'm going. I told him about my life, my illness, my boyfriend who left me and my loved ones, my mini depression and the fact that I came to Brazil. Carlos: The guy who left you is just a big jerk! He doesn't know what he lost. You beat the cancer and that's the most important Me: do you find me sick?! Carlos: I find you beautiful