Another Word For Loving Novels & Stories

But this date was something that brought a new turn in my life I guess. 16th Jan 2008 Love It is just a four letter word. But it's meaning is deep. So very deep. It can change monsters into angles, but it can also make devils out of angels. It can make an atheist want to believe in god, and hence they might begin to pray about having the person they love in their lives. It can build families, it could destroy them.

“Your sister is a manipulator, can you see how she's clinging onto the king?“ I heard an unknown voice say. “You think I don't know that? I hate her, she always wants to be ahead of me at everything, even in getting married first.“ She said with a scornful tone. I swallowed nervously, and leaned in to listen more. “If you want to beat her, you'll have to play her at her own game. Make your own moves too. Do you understand?" “Yes I do, but it's not like the king would even notice her. Clearly I'm more attractive than my dumb sister.“ Gwen said boastfully. “Of course, she doesn't stand a chance!“ “But I'm only a maid, why would he notice a maid?“ “You know how the saying goes, love is blind. H

The most important thing in acquiring knowledge is to always be free from prejudice, with an open mind to the most varied topics that provide us with new social interactions and better quality in the use of our time. I wish I had a thousand words to say "love", because the love I feel for you makes me see you everywhere. I feel that just with the word "love" I can't perfectly express all the feelings I have for you. But no matter how much I think, I can't put into words what I feel in my heart. Therefore, I conclude that what I feel for you still has no name. I wish I could transform this feeling into a word to be able to express it... For now, all I can do is say that "I love you more than

his eyes held a certain kind of passion meant only for her Crystal felt overwhelmed with emotions. He had a way making her feel cherished even without touching her "you know I love you right" she took his hand from across the table, a bright smile on her face Micheal nodded and squeezed her hand "eat up before your food get cold" he gestures towards her food smiling warmly at her ******

We sat on the floor, gasping for air, and just a small amount of water got into our hair. I immediately thought of what he said; it's just like, he likes me and I like him, but it doesn't imply he loves me since, as far as I know, the term 'love' is different from 'like,' but the word love is still different because it's more truly lifted from the word 'love.' "What did you say before? The rain was so strong that I couldn't hear you." "Ha? A-Ahh, I-I didn't say anything--"

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

Love. A word that means different things to different beings. Sometimes taken as a feeling while other times as a promise. Something that is expected in all kinds of relationships. The absence of which doesn't spare the end of any bond. A powerful tool that conquers and moulds hearts so much so that it influences its own beat. A mood that either makes you fly of happiness or cringe in pain confusing even the most intelligent organ of the body.

The horses racing inside my heart immediately disappeared, as well as the butterflies flying inside my stomach, like a bubble that disappeared. The thrill I felt earlier, now replaced by pain! Jiro courted me for six months and before I answered him, I assured myself that I really loved him. So I answered him one day. And during those six months, when I found out that I loved him, I immediately thought of things about us. Just like what our endearment will be. And because I really liked the 'hubby' and 'wife' endearment that is what we want to call them but they don't seem to want to said Jiro, then!

My voice was muffled as I spoke and I pinched his back slightly. "Sorry, Lyubov." He muttered letting go of me immediately. He pulled me away gently but his hands still rested on my waist. "What does that word mean?" I asked looking up at him to see his now calm silver orbs. "It means love." He answered, "Love." He said it again like it was a foreign word and he couldn't believe that he just used it. I could only peer at him not believing that he called me that either, "Love?" "Yes, Lyubov." This time I glowed red when he said the word again, more confidence in his tone with a smirk playing on his lips. His fingers came up to my cheeks and he pinched them.

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.