Barcelona A Love Untold Famous Lines 소설 & 이야기

said someone while I was smiling to myself and looking at the card in my hands. I turned to look but ended up falling into his arms. When I looked at his face, I recognised Senior Calix. "You're blushing again," he says as he strokes my cheeks and smiles at me. I stood and said, "No! I'm not!" He smirked and took the card I was holding and read the lines aloud to me "NO MATTER HOW LONG. MY HEART WILL NOT CHANGE! Wow! So cute quote for a cute girl… Do you have any romantic interests? Who did you buy this for?"

The life in my world And sweetness in my word A nightmare I had She turns into a dream Dried up your tears my lonesome Princess I will be your guard Protecting your kind heart Draw a smile once more Stars will shine at its core As the moon sets the night Another fragment will unfold A memory you choose to forget And a love I choose to protect The decision we made together Gleaning for answers we had take I never been gone Nor been so far I stayed at your side Along with the pain Setting a side what I feel In order to stay In order to protect Conveying your love Which I held as my strength My lonesome Princess Cry no more Indulge yourself Let me stay once more For you my dearest dear I can wa

It’s exactly Nine in the evening when I arrived at my best friend's bar in Poblacion Makati. Sitting in the end part of the bar, watching those people dancing in the center stage. The lighting and spotlight can cause eye damage. But my table is located in a dim area. A glass of alcohol wouldn't be enough to ease the pain I'm feeling. I was still in London when I received his text messages. His words still stuck in my head.

He clarified as if my question was so stupid. "Yes. I know, Liam. I have been there." I said with a duh tone. "I know." He mumbled huskily and his next three words exactly, "I owned it." Woah. Okay. Even though my inner-self was literally screaming because I mean, who didn't love Laserre. It was by far the most famous and luxurious restaurant in Paris. Michelins stars, rarest ingredient all year round and incredibly impossible to get a table. "It's your favorite, isn't it?" His question took me by surprise and I rigidly nodded.

Over the last few months, Vinnie and Giovanni had walked on eggshells, force fed me vitamins and made sure I got the right amount of exercise, even when all I wanted to do was sleep. It was warming up with the changing seasons and my feet were swollen, aching and sweaty. Vinnie ignored all my protests and took my hand, escorting me out of the car and into the marketplace of Barcelona. “Chiquita, Te ves radiante!” (You look radiant). Vinnie beamed, his cheeks dimpling as he looked down at me. “Parezco un…” (I look like a….) I searched for the word, but it was lost. “Whale!” I screamed at him playfully.

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

Musicians played guitars on the street corners, couples strolled hand in hand, and the night air carried a quiet energy that made me feel alive. When we reached the hotel rooftop, we stopped at the edge, staring out over the endless sea of lights. Barcelona was like a dream, shimmering and vast. Adrien slipped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin lightly against my head. “This,” I whispered, “is the happiest I’ve ever been.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, his voice low and steady. “Then hold onto it because no matter what happens, I’ll always be here.” I closed my eyes, trying to contain the love that wanted to burst out of my heart. It seemed very much to me like my love or adm

“Me, too, my untameable love.” - THE END -

Her hands went to my back, and she traced the scars on my back with her fingers. "We both have so many scars that remind us of a mal momento. [bad time.} "I want something unam arca de amor [a mark of love] on my body."I said, after we stopped kissing. "I must be a fool." Maria said, moving my head to the side. "Soy un tonto enamorado. [I am a fool in love.]" One hand was holding my neck, while the other touched my back, feeling every scar my bastard father had left.

Malin pouts, looking toward the room where my father’s growl came from. I turn to my mother who has a typically tolerant look on her face. “And how about you, mother. What was your favorite?” I ask, just as my father walks into the room. She looks over at him and I swear, it’s like they’ve just found their mate every time they look at each other. “Barcelona.” She says quietly, never taking her eyes off my father. I’m all for love and happiness but when it’s your parents? Gross. “Okay, good to know. Don’t need to know any more. Dad? Got a minute?” I ask and he nods his head to go outside.