Dear Love Novels & Stories

Now even if I die, it's okay my dear. °•°°•°°•°•°•°•°•°°•°❤°•°°•°°•°•°•°•°•°°•° Dear lovely readers, If you are enjoying my story then don't forget to review and rate the story. Love Han❤

I smiled gently at Linda and replied, "No point in asking questions without meaning." Linda remained silent for a long time. Finally, she looked up and said to me, "Lewis, I truly loved you." I scoffed and turned away. The three words "I love you" are only beautiful when you're in love. Otherwise, they're the most useless words in the world.

It is worth it to love a sister so dearly. The End!

Maybe it was the alcohol or a moment of irrational judgement, but when Lorraine regained herself after the girl had walked away, DeAngelo said softly "I love you" "What?" Lorraine asked in shock, unsure of what she had heard "I love you Lorraine" he repeated boldly. Lorraine stood unmoved for a few seconds, the words taking her in shock. She was dumbfounded for a while before finally snapping back to reality "You don't mean that," she said, trying to save DeAngelo from more heartbreak "If I don't, why am I standing in a dark corner in the girl's dormitory, telling it to you?" DeAngelo asked with a serious look

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

“Amelia I have loved you since the moment I found you, it has taken everything in me to stay away from you. If you’re unsure in any way you need to say it now, I can’t be without you if there’s even the slightest chance you feel the same” “I love you, I will love you for the rest of my life” those fateful words that changed the course of both of our lives.

"I knew you'd understand." Tears stream down my face uncontrollably as I watch him leave. That call must have been from Yvonne, as she was the only person whom Chris would treat with such care. I got onto the boat and felt the salty air of the sea breeze hit my face as my hair billowed messily in the wind. The waves hitting the rocks at a distance sounded like the crash of broken promises. I took out my phone to look at Yvonne's social media post. [He came running to my side from the other end of the city just to cook for me. This is what it feels like to be loved!]

And these are the only things that we'll ever get to be. Dear K, It was just a day. Maybe a Thursday. Maybe a Friday. It was just a girl. Brunette, sweet, and small. It was just talking. She said she wants to believe in love. It was just a kiss. Except it was never anything at all. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K,

Although I questioned the possibility of people being able to do that, I couldn’t discount it. Although Marc called me ‘dear’ and ‘my love’ more often that I could count, I didn’t take it seriously. There were plenty of people in the world who used those terms of endearment frivolously. I can’t tell you how many times a waitress or a store clerk called me ‘dear’ or ‘honey’. Normally, I found it annoying and had to hold back from blurting out, “I’m not your honey!”, but, with Marc, I didn’t mind. In fact, it actually felt nice to hear those over used terms of endearment coming from him. Once he was certain that I was settled in and had all that I needed, Marc left me to enjoy the peace an

[AGATHA NGUYEN] The raw depth of her words made my chest ache with a profound, overwhelming adoration. I squeezed her fingers tightly, a single tear tracking down my cheek as I delivered my own response. "I spent years believing I wasn't worthy of a love like yours, Lexie. I let my own insecurities tell me that I had to choose between being a writer or being the person who holds your hand. But the moment I almost lost you, I realized that my talent means absolutely nothing if I can't use it to write a future for us. You broke your own walls to protect me, and today, I promise to spend the rest of my life ensuring you never have to put them back up. I promise to love you through the writer's