Do I Love Her? Novels & Stories

I said and Frank looked at me for a while. “I will ask you this and I need your absolute answer ". Frank said looking at me.“Do you love her?". Frank asked throwing me off guard. “What sort of question is that?". I asked. “Just answer me do you love her or not?". He asked me again and I felt a new emotion wash over me. “I think I do". I said and Frank pulled my collar. “ I don't need you to think. Just say yes or no". He said. “Yes, I do". I said and he let go of my collar.

I ask "What that you love him??"She smiles with a hint of mischieve in her eyes. "Honey your eyes light up in excitement whenever we talk about him so it's abvious"She says and goes back to what she's doing. Is she right ? I mean I know I'm attracted to Nicoli but the real question should be Do I love him? 'Maybe' Am I falling for him? 'Yes'

I raised my eyebrows at him, stopping outside my door, then he threw me a question that made me shocked. “Do you love her?” “Love?” I asked, tasting the word in my mouth. I hated the word love and I still do. What does love have to do with her? “She is special to me,” I answered him. “I know she is and everyone knows how special she is to you. But are you in love with her?” He asked again and I found myself hesitating to give him a reply. Do I love her? Do I not love her? I don't love her. Love is a strong word. Love is a weakness and I can't afford to be weak. My men already think I am, I can't make their observation true.

“I said I loved him.” Her jaw drops. She stares like I’ve just confessed a murder. “Not because he pushed me. Not because he had me strung out and begging. I just… said it.” “Do you love him?” she asks softly. I laugh, sharp and humorless. “That’s not the point.” “It is the point. Do you love him—yes or no?” I shake my head, but she doesn’t let up. Sighing, I look at her. “I don’t do love, Red.”

I said frustratedly. "Are you in love with her? I know you are but I just wanna hear it from you" he said seriously. Which kind of parents do we have this days? "I......I don't know" I said. I'm so confused. Do I love her? Do I love her? Fûck I love her and she knows it. "I love her" I blurted out. "Then stop messing around and tell her you love her, no matter what you say after that, she'll understand" my mom yelled.

This is torture. I can’t wait long enough because I want her all for myself…right here beside me, right in my arms all the damn time. I will love you still from the depths of my soul. It’s beyond my control. I’ve waited so long to say this to you. If you’re asking ‘Do I love you this much?’ I do. The instrumental part of the song played when Ashin was right in front of me.

she asked back, feigning anger. “I want to know why you talk about him with so much passion and why you act as if he were your lover. Is he your boyfriend, are you having a secret relationship with a guy you just met today?!” I asked her, yelling angrily at her. Of course, I know that it’s not possible for her to be having a secret relationship with him, but I just want to know if she is truly in love with him.

“I’m a selfish idiot. “Do you love me?” she asked him quietly, and he blinked at the question. What?” he asked blankly. “Well, you just said that you loved me ‘too much.’” She rolled her eyes. “As if that’s such a bad thing. But you used the past tense. So do you still love me?” “ That’s a stupid question,” he growled. “It’s a valid question,” she dismissed. “Of course I love you,” he nearly shouted. “It’s not a question of me not loving you—”

if only i can. "What if.. what if.. I already love you?" He asked me. My fvcking heart won't stop its wild beat and I know it sounds so gay but fvck! Butterflies on stomach is fvcking really! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! I didn't see this one coming. I crossed the distance between our faces and gave her a kiss. Making her feel that I am feeling the same. I've been in love with her for a very long time, ever since I was fourteen and she's sixteen.

Fiona suddenly raised her head to interrupt him, pitifully said, "It's past midnight, I want to sleep..." Paul Henry looked at her for a few seconds, then raised his hand to glance at the clock, slowly said: "It's really late, have you understood what I just said?" "Grandchildren…"Fiona I remember when I was in school, the teacher also asked if you understood, if you said you understood, the teacher would surely ask you "So tell me what you understood". “Uncle, I…”Fiona "Touched" almost cried, "You don't need to understand, I don't want to be in love right now." She used to want to, but not anymore.