Be Loving Novels & Stories

She wasn’t just healing from the emptiness, she was becoming full. And the wildest part was that she was doing it for herself. Not to be more lovable. Not to be chosen. Not to be easier to stay with. Just because she could. Falling in love with life again didn’t feel like fireworks. There were no grand declarations or dizzy highs. It felt more like candlelight. It was steady, flickering... warm. A slow burn instead of a blaze. Something that could last. Bryer may have lit the match with his presence, with his quiet attention and careful words but she was the one fanning the flame. She was the one choosing to keep it alive.

One that would love me as much as I loved them. Unconditionally

"Elvis and the gang all left to get some air, they were here some minutes ago. I'm sure you heard them, plus you also heard what the doctor said, it's all up to you to wake up. You are fine now, yes you are. Nothing is wrong okay? its your decision to make, please babe wake up." "I hope your memory stays with you, I can't bear having you back with you not knowing me, it would kill me, please babe, I love you, just wake up." I sniffed, while I looked at her. If I wasn't staring at her face intensely, I would have missed it, but I didn't. I noticed one of her perfectly arched brows lift a little, before her slightly long lashes twitched, and then I caught a flash of her beautiful brown eyes as

Not love. Possibility.

Matteo explained lifting himself up from the couch throwing his arms around letting out a loud sight. “You know our dear brother doesn't know how to express love Matteo. This is his weird way of making sure that she is the one and then making his move. After whatever is going to happen here as we speak he is going to be fucked believe me. Aaliyah has him right where she wants him without even her realising what she is doing to him in the process.” Luciano said “You know this isn’t healthy to be acting like this, it’s kind of toxic if you ask me.” Matteo said, throwing his arm over my shoulder standing in the middle of Luciano and I.

"Well, there isn’t much to say about myself other than the fact that, you know… I’m a sinner." Rohan stopped walking. "Katie," he said firmly, his voice carrying something stronger now—something deeper. "Stop calling yourself that." She turned to face him, a little surprised by the intensity in his tone. "You’re far more than that," he continued. "You’re beautiful. You’re kind. You’re… incredible." He exhaled, as if choosing his words carefully. "Come to think of it, you are the finest lady I’ve ever seen." Katie’s breath hitched slightly. She lowered her gaze, looking at him from under her lashes. The warmth creeping up her neck was unmistakable.

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"I'm happy for him. That's what love is—wanting the beloved to be happy, even if you're not part of that happiness." "That's incredibly mature of you."

"Thank you, I feel very happy to see you again..." People say first love will always be a beautiful memory because it gives lessons and the meaning of what true love means even though you can't have it. Or maybe that first love is still beautiful because it can never be achieved. It feels beautiful to love one-sidedly in silence, to be the deepest secret, to be treated so preciously, to be beautifully enthroned in a special corner of the heart. Whatever people say about the meaning of first love, for Joan Lee that first love is Debbie Wells. ***

Is that what is called LOVE? ***