Be Loving Novels & Stories

"That sounds more like obsession than love. Do you even love her?" Alex stopped walking and looked at her. "Love? What is love?" She stopped and looked at him too. "I see, you don't even know the meaning of love." she clicked her teeth and continued walking so did he. "Love is a feeling. An emotion. A sweet emotion you have towards someone. It means taking this person as your second half. Ready to do anything for this person. You are always happy whenever you are with this person. Doing anything for this person. Infact, there are lot of good feelings that comes with love." she said and frowned.

' The 'too' in ' I love you ' makes me feel that I am saying it as an obligation and not because I want to. I hope we will stay like this forever. Loving each other. Craving for each other. *****

It happened every time she was over emotional and sometimes had to calm herself down to be able to talk. “Have you told him?” “Told him that I d…don’t love him?” queried Rhea puzzled. “Yes dumbo!” “Errm no I never even had the chance. But wouldn’t you think it obvious by the way I’m acting? I mean if I loved him back, aren’t I supposed to appear more willing than I am actually?” she asked clearly surprised that her friend would ask her such irrelevant questions. “Oh, I don’t know. Love is not always rational,” said Zoey enigmatically and when Rhea looked at her friend with a frown, she continued. “Who knows? Maybe he loves you so much that he is still hoping that you might change your mind.”

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Colin said. “I don’t want you to think that this takes anything away from you,” Adina told him, placing her palm on his chest. “You and Sean aren’t fighting over the same love from me. I have one kind of love for Sean and another kind for you and no matter how much love I put on one of you, it won’t affect the level of the other. Do you understand?” Colin looked at her. “I think so,” he said with a smile. “Separate buckets of love,” he laughed, and Adina nodded happily.

She knew that the events of the past few weeks had been tumultuous, but right now, at this moment, everything felt perfect. Apollo's touch was gentle and loving, and she could feel his warmth radiating against her skin. They didn't need to say anything, because they knew that their bodies were speaking for them. Beatrix felt a sense of safety and security in his embrace, knowing that no matter what happened, he would always be there for her. As they held each other, Beatrix realized that this was what love felt like. It wasn't just about the physical sensations, although those were certainly a part of it. It was the sense of trust and mutual understanding that they shared, the deep emotional

Phoebe put her hand on her left breast. "But I was moved, that's love, isn't it?" "Vibration alone is not enough to conclude it is love, you just admire and appreciate him for him because he helped and talked to me while other humans did not." Phoebe understood what her mother meant, and she drew the following conclusions: “So I have no love for him, just admiration.” “Yes, one day you will find someone who truly loves for nothing.”

Choosing someone is very different from loving someone because choosing someone means that despite what or how you feel‚ to the highest and lowest points of life‚ you will still choose him. Anyone can say that they love you‚ but not everyone can choose you when things around you get so difficult. The reality of love is to always choose that person over anything. And I choose him. For me Love is knowing one another and making that a concerted effort- open and honest communication from both people. And then choosing to grow together, And having that last over a long period of time- great times and horrible times and all the times. Choosing and Loving Damon McCartny Becket is one of my greatest

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.

"Is this what love has done to you? Turned you into... this?" His expression didn’t change, and his voice remained low. "Boss, what I’m about to say—I want you to hear it as advice from a friend, not from your assistant. Love is not a weakness, no matter how much you’ve tried to convince yourself it is. It is not something to fear or hate. It is a necessity, like food or shelter. Sure, not everyone gets to experience true love, but when you do... even if it is just for a fleeting moment, it changes everything. It gives life meaning. Peace. Fulfillment.