Deep In Your Love Novels & Stories

I am happy in love. The End.

That was how deep their love was. “Okay. Have it your way, then.”

he whispers. “I love you”

Love. END

I love you. *

"Goodbye, for now." Byron whispered, "Dana, I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you to find yourself, for you to love me. This time, I promise I won't let go. I'm confident I can win you over. I'm already your fiancé, after all." After saying my goodbyes to Byron, I boarded the plane. The mountains and rivers stretched out before me, and I knew, this time, I had truly risen from the river.

Even if I called him many times in one day, he would always answer with patience. With that in mind, I logged into an application I had not used in a while. It was a location-tracking application we had both downloaded when we were head over heels in love with each other. Following the location, I found myself standing at the door of the private room he was in. Inside, Christine's laughter was especially loud. "Evelyn is so stingy. Wasn't it just 300,000 dollars? Liam, the bag you bought me is worth way more than that. Liam, what if Evelyn doesn't pay you back?"

I was standing as a bridesmaid at the wedding of the man I once loved—nothing more than a prop to make his new bride happy. Then, I was pushed onto the stage. Roxanne linked her arm through mine, smiling sweetly. "Gabby, haven't you noticed the way everyone's looking at you?" she whispered, her voice laced with provocation. That was when I realized all the men were staring at my chest and waist. Their eyes crawled over me, lewd and filthy. A beat later, Roxanne added with a smug smile, "Clint didn't want anyone gossiping about me, so he shifted all the attention to you. The video he mentioned last night? He's already uploaded it. It's got over 100 thousand views!"

“But deep down, you know the truth.” “I do hate you.”

(Sorry for the cliché opening, but there's really no good way to start a letter like this) First, I want you to know how much I love you. Present tense, because even though I'm not there anymore, my love for you doesn't end just because I did. That's not how it works. Love doesn't disappear, it transforms. Maybe into memory, maybe into starlight, maybe just into the person left behind who carries it forward.