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He saved it as his phone’s wallpaper. Jessica put a lot of care into her efforts and prepared a full table of Cherian dishes. "I originally booked a restaurant, arranged for a band and fireworks. I wanted to give you the most perfect confession,” she said, gazing at him with deep affection, her eyes brimming with endless tenderness. “But later, I changed my mind. I wanted to cook for you myself and make a bouquet from the flowers in my garden. I don’t know how to fully express how much I cherish you, but I want you to understand my feelings.

He still sent her flowers every day, personally waited in line for hours just to buy her favorite gourmet cream puffs, kept track of her every move, and whenever she lingered on something while shopping, it would inevitably appear on her desk the next day, beautifully wrapped as a gift. Between them, though there wasn't a passionate, dramatic romance, the tenderness that flowed through their quiet days together was enough to touch Nina's heart. On the day he confessed his love, Lucas spared no expense and rented the entire theme park. After nightfall, he presented Nina with a fireworks show created just for her. As the dazzling fireworks filled the sky, Nina was moved to tears. Lucas kissed

Both of them had been so busy with their love making session they were unaware that the door had not been locked since the beginning. Clara Bellavance had been sitting at the library for a while, she had completely immersed herself in one of Rilke's work. Poetry books were some of her favorites, but she especially loved Rilke's love letters as they were based on his true love for Lou Andreas Salome. The interesting love triangle between Rilke, Salome, and Nietzsche had never failed to amuse her. It was rather fascinating to fathom the timing, for Salome was then married to someone else, yet one could never fully disguise their true feelings.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

She feels a seismic and comforting wave wash over her, like a warm and enveloping cocoon from deep within the soul. This simple yet potent act of romance was like a tranquil oasis in the vast desert of existence, and it fills her to the brim with an overwhelming sense of being cherished and protected. As his kiss lingers for a precious, heart-fluttering moment, she couldn't help but let a radiant smile adorn her lips, her heart swelling with an inexhaustible wellspring of contentment.

I murmured, my voice husky with desire, "you are the embodiment of love's sweetest poetry, and in your arms, I find solace, passion, and a love that transcends all boundaries." A tender smile graced her lips, her fingers intertwining with mine. "Roman," she whispered, her voice filled with adoration, "our love is a flame that will forever burn bright, lighting the way through the darkest nights. Together, we will navigate the depths of passion and love, fearlessly surrendering to the enchantment of our connection."

I drawl tiredly, immediately pulling his head towards mine and crashing my lips on his. Our lips moved slowly and sensually and words could not explain how euphoric I felt at the moment. The way his lips skillfully massaged mine and the way our tongues danced perfectly together, made my heart so overjoyed and my body slowly started to ache for more. We finally break the kiss after what felt like hours of pure paradise and pleasure and if Ini wasn't living with me at the moment, I would have most definitely invited him in and maybe, just maybe we would have gone further than just making out.

They were married for five years yet Michael had no idea that Christina knew how to play the piano! Ballade pour Adeline was a song that was enjoyed by a great number of people through different times. There was a beautiful legend in Greek mythology. A long time ago, there was a lonely king named Pygmalion in the Kingdom of Cyprus. He created a sculpture of a charming young lady and admired her allure every day and inevitably fell in love with the sculpture eventually. He prayed to the gods for a miracle of love. His sincerity and perseverance moved the god of love Aphrodite thus giving life to the sculpture. Since then, the lucky king and the elegant young lady lived happily ever after.

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’