Amor Y Respeto Libro Novels & Stories

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.

"That's what sacrifice entails, that's what Love entails, we didn't get married in this state, my legs were working, but because he loves me, and he respects me, he still looks out for me. Funny enough if he doesn't love me, he would have gone out to get another lady but he's stuck with me." "Exactly, thanks for throwing light on my point, this might seem strange and absurd, but love is respect. It involves respect, you have to respect their beliefs, and you need to respect certain things about them. Love also means you have to tolerate, if you don't love someone, you will find it hard to tolerate, yeah, you will find it hard to tolerate. We all have flaws, we aren't perfect, but love helps