At Last My Love Novelas e Histórias

He whispered between his hugs. He wipes my tears before he lets go of my hug. I didn't notice that I'm crying again. "Guys, let her blow the candle first before that" Alana stop the boys which made me laugh. In all, Alana is kinda and strict. I am strict also but not like Alana, She's so strict! "Blow" They uttered that's why I close my eyes to make a wish. I hope someday, I can be free and let feel the love that they're saying even if it's not existing for me.

♡~♥~♡ Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoy the "When love lasts". I apologise for any grammatical errors and spellings that may be in this story because I used my phone to write it. Also, if you enjoy the story, feel free to hit the vote button and comment! -English is not my first language. -Everything written here is from the author imagination. -you may spot some wrong grammars/spelling or typos. -this is cliche.

It was worn and tarnished with age, but it was unmistakably ours. In that moment, all I felt was how pathetic and absurd it all was. And it only made me more certain that walking away from him had been the right choice. I said slowly, "Micah, maybe even you don't know who you truly love. Even when we were happiest, you still engraved your ex-girlfriend's name inside the locket. Not mine. "Maybe, deep down, you've always believed that the one you couldn't have was the one worth chasing. When you had me, you kept longing for Ariana. Now that I'm gone, you're suddenly desperate to win me back.

He pressed his lips gently to her hair, inhaling the scent of lavender that always clung to her. “No matter what happens tomorrow,” he whispered, his voice low and raw, “you are my last first love. Nothing can change that.” The words broke her. Tears welled in her eyes, hot and insistent. She turned in his arms, searching his face, desperate to believe that love could stand against the storm bearing down on them. His eyes, stormy grey, laced with exhaustion yet burning with fierce devotion, held her captive. Her lips pressed to his with a desperation that matched his own. The kiss was not gentle; it was fierce, unyielding, as if both feared it might be their last. She clung to him, her hands

that seems to snap him back to reality because he moves off me at lightning speed. "I didn't come here for sex, Carina. More than that, I want your heart" "Which piece? Because there are a lot of pieces, and I can't decide which one will suit you best." it's a joke, but he replies in a tone that makes me want to jump out the window just to avoid having this conversation. "The one that doesn't belong to him. I know he's your first love, but I want to be your last. Let me in, baby. Let me show you how good it could be. What real love means"

"I love you too." #THE END#

It must have been a while since I became her friend, I couldn't blame her for knowing when I'm stating a fact or not. "Of course... you guys, know the fvcking truth." I leaned my tired head on the headboard of the bed, wondering if they would think I was crazy while looking up at the wall and smiling. "Because I already promised to myself that Eli will and shall be my last love. No one else but him." "I couldn't see myself loving anyone else the way I loved Eli." My tears betrayed me completely as if it was a big flood flowing from my eyes. "I just left with no option..."