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Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

"I thought we can have a milkshake.. to really apologize for not texting and making you worry. I know how much the camera meant by just looking at you react yesterday.. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry Amora..." I shrugged, "fine by me.. your money to waste and my stomach will be full.." She laughed getting out, "Amora... Amora... wow your name is really beautiful.. what does it mean?" I shrugged, "love I think...yeah it means love.." We went to Smooch and she went to order and I asked for a strawberry one.. she ordered chocolate for her and I found a sit by the corner. I also noticed the guy by the counter stutter when she saw Tawny and his smile grew wider than anything.. woooooow even guys..?

Brandon said, finally giving her a nickname that only. “What… what did you say? This doesn’t sound like an English word.” “Mon Amour! And yes, this is not an English word but french.” “What does it mean?” Sophia asked, and his heartbeat quickened. Sophia knew her Ex-husband was fluent in french. A part of her already knew that this could be some kind of endearment, but she still wanted to know from his mouth. “My love.”

Lyra encouraged softly. "Valentine..." I whispered. Something stirred deeper this time. A melody. Faint at first...like it was underwater. Lyrics. Not English. My lips parted as the words slipped out, unfamiliar yet strangely natural. "...amare...luce...cor meum..." The tune wrapped around the words, soft...haunting...almost childlike. And then... A sharp sound. Glass shattering. I flinched. My breathing hitched. "Stay with it," Dr. Lyra said calmly.

But once a crack forms, it can never be fully sealed. One weekend, while cleaning the study, my mother stumbled across my father's old photo album. A yellowed movie ticket stub slipped out from between the pages. The date on it was the very night of her assault. Next to the stub, in elegant handwriting, was a small note that said, "Goodbye, my love." It was my father's first love's handwriting. My mother's heart sank. She had always believed that on that night, my father had left because of an urgent work emergency. But he had gone to say goodbye to his first love.

Mais j'ai juste une questions pour vous. Tous le regardèrent sans vraiment comprendre ce qu'il voulait dire pour l'instant. Il reprit la parole Dites moi c'est quoi << l'AMOUR>> Chacun d'entre eux se regardaient et se demandaient pourquoi une question du genre. L'un d'eux prit la parole et dit. l'amour est un sentiment sans définition ni explication. Il donne la joie au coeur comme il peut faire saigner des cœurs.

“But you are now.” He disappeared. I watched him go and watched the empty space that joined the main room to the bedroom until he reappeared, a stack of small, brightly colored squares in his hand. “Forse il tuo forse non è sufficiente quando i tuoi occhi mi lasciano senza fiato e il tuo tocco mi fa sentire vivo. Non quando l'amore che abbiamo avuto è bollente sotto la superficie. Non quando sono così pronta a permettere al mio amore per te di consumare me ancora una volta. And in French. Peut-être que ce n'est pas assez quand tes yeux me laissent à bout de souffle et votre contact me fait me sentir vivant. Pas quand l'amour que nous avions est en ébullition sous la surface. Quand je suis pr

CHAPTER 79 Amour Amour - a sexual relationship or a secret love affair: usually an illicit love affair Origin: Latin 79 NICK'S POV A few days before Savannah's bachelorette party... I could still hear Savannah so clearly as I close my eyes when she told me she's marrying someone. I gaze at the invitation card disinterestedly. I still couldn't believe she's getting married. I just don't want her to marry yet, I know I am being selfish right now because Damon is already making her happy and Damon has filled the empty spaces that I left.

"You said this water is safe, right? Then drink it." She smiled at me to hide the awkwardness she was feeling, but I already knew the stench of every model I held. "I don't know what you're talking about Travis. I just want you to be cool because you might have a heat stroke."she said and really widened the smile. "Drink it!"I ordered her and she took the bottle. As I expected she lowered the bottle. Who else will drink from their own trap? "I only did it because I love you so much Travis."she explained while wind forcing herself to cry.

She lifted her hand to stroke his cheek with the side of her finger. “Do it,” she said, meeting his gaze head-on. “I’m all yours now, Daddy.” Glossary: "mes amis" (French) - "my friends" "d'accord" (French) - "Okay"