Cute Love Drawings For Your Girlfriend Novels & Stories

When he pulls back, his eyes drop to the locket, then return to mine. “This one…” he says, nodding toward the sketch of my face. “I mean… I’m in love with your face. I drew it before exams ended, when I missed you having you around. Woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep… so I drew you.” “And this…” His voice dips lower. “This is us.” He nods toward the sketch of our hands. “This is my favorite part. Our hands together.” He swallows before continuing. “I sketched them because they say everything I feel. That I’m yours. And I want to walk through everything with you like this… fingers locked with yours, no matter where we go.”

He remove his face from my neck and looks at my face. He was startled when he saw me crying. "Why are you crying precious?" He ask while hurriedly wiping my tears with his thumb. "You still love me even if I can't read and write properly or I am always checked out of reality?" "Yes precious." "Or -or even my family was a piece of work?" "We are your family now precious. Family doesn't need to be blood relative precious." He answered. I nodded. "I love you." He said so sweetly, both his dimples are showing and that cause another round of tears run down my face.

“It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me.” Liam reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His hand lingered on her cheek, his gaze soft and loving. “I’ve loved you for a long time, Kayla. Longer than I can remember. And I don’t want to hide it anymore. I don’t want to be scared to tell you how I feel. You’re the most important person in my life. You always have been, and you always will be.”

“He comes here everyday and whenever he leaves, he leaves a large tip on my name and even leaves the cutest gifts and sketches of me.” “Sketches?” Soren nods eagerly. “Yeah, sketches. They're the prettiest piece of art I've ever seen but he always leaves them with the madam and there's no scent on them but I think he's courting me,” “I think he is.” Ilya agrees. “It’s cute and if he can draw that perfectly, he has to be cute too. Maybe I'll finally find someone that will love me for me,” Soren beams with a sparkle of hope in his eyes.

The caption beneath the pencil drawing read: ‘SHE LOVES THAT BOOK MORE THAN ME; SHE REFUSED TO GIVE ME A POSE! The next page was another beautifully drawn pencil sketch of me asleep, curled over what looked like a library desk. Drool practically dripping from my mouth. The note underneath made my cheeks burn bright red. ‘SHE LOOKS LIKE A DYING DRAMATIC VICTORIAN YOUNG WOMAN’ Despite the solemnity in my heart, I found myself laughing. I kept flipping the pages, and each one had a version of me either reading, sleeping, eating, studying, walking with a book in my hands, or finally posing with a caption;

He told me. "Good idea." I rushed to him and hurried out of the room after placing a quick kiss on his cheek. I have planned something to purchase for my sweet boyfriend. In just this one day, I want to do whatever I can do with him. Sweet Boyfriend's P.O.V. I reached my place and directly went to my art room. All the paintings are covered with white cloth except my Butterfly's paintings. I smiled contentedly, gazing at them. She is so beautiful and pure.

He said in a playful whisper, pinching my nose slightly. "Right." I laughed. "Give me your phone for a sec." he said. "Okayy," I drawled using my other hand to open my bag, I brought out my phone and gave it to him. I decided to put the drawing in my bag before I forget later. I'll get a frame and fix it in when I get home. I carefully tore out the page he drew on and returned the pad to him. The girls would be so thrilled to see this, my third gift from Dan. The other two were the umbrella and hanky, now this. I love this so much, after all it was a photo of myself drawn by my destined partner.

Until next time, Love you guys🦋❤️

I ran my thumb over the photo, tracing her face gently. “God… who are you and are you so beautiful?” I whispered without meaning to. A folded piece of paper sat underneath. I picked it up, unfolded it carefully. It was a drawing — a childish one — done by a child of probably six years old, with colored pencils, the edges already yellowed from age. It showed three stick figures, hand in hand: a tall man with dark hair, a beautiful woman beside him, and a little boy with silver hair and grey eyes, a smaller girl beside him, with a big red heart between them.

"Marry me, please." ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋🏻 LOVE ALL 🤍