Do I Love Her? Novels & Stories

I said. I'm still not ready to tell her I love her. 'Love' is such a deep term with a profound meaning, and it would take a lot of sentiments to explain how much I adore her. I genuinely do, and I desperately want to spend the rest of my life with her. But when I think about life, everything seems fleeting; what if I'm the only one who is certain between us? What if our current relationship is all she needs? Or what if she only wants me to be her boyfriend for today and then dumps me after high school?

“But do you love her?” My head rises slowly to look at her, and I almost roll my eyes to the back of my head. I frown. “Of course. I’m marrying her, aren’t I?” “It’s one thing to marry someone.” She fires back. “It’s another to love.” Now, I’m getting irritated, but I take in a deep breath. “So, tell me. Do you love her?”

They burn as if she set fire. " I Loved Him. " I was stiff, not knowing if I should laugh, cry, or kill her. To begin with, she fucking confessed her love for someone. In addition, I don't even know if it's true. Furthermore, she said, LOVED. Why? Doesn't she love him anymore?

"But the question is, do you love him?" _______ "But the question is, do you love him?" Do you love him? Her words ring in my head. And for a moment, I forget everything around me, processing the depth of the question that she has put in front of me. Do I love him? My breathing falters, repeating that question again and again in my head. I feel my throat getting dried as a weird knot builds in my chest thinking about that particular word. It petrifies my soul to the core, thinking about the potential harm that a single word can cause. Love? No! It's a scary territory that I don't even intend to step foot in. I don't love him. Hell! I can't love him. I mentally scold myself, not letting my mi

Anything. “Do you love Osiris?” she asks suddenly, her voice so soft I almost don’t hear it. My heart skips a beat, and I glance down at her, surprised. She’s looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, waiting for an answer. I hesitate for a moment, not sure how to respond. Do I love him? It’s a question I’ve been avoiding, but deep down, I know the answer. I feel something for him, something strong, but love? I’m still figuring that out.

He then asked in a soft voice, "Sis, do you love me?" He had never longed for a person's love this badly. He would only be satisfied if he obtained her love. Did she love him? Serenity was in a daze. She was still immersed in his charm. Her mind felt chaotic. She liked him, that much was certain, but did she love him? If she did, then how deep did her love for him go? As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he kissed her passionately. The sweet flavor of chocolate was still lingering in her mouth, but she did not realize until this very moment how very sweet the flavor was...

Come to the point Sylvester. She tiredly asked him while Sylvester sat up and stared at her. "D o... y o u... l i k e... m e? ... L i k e... y o u... k n o w.... A r e... y o u... w i t h... m e... b e c a u s e... y o u... l o v e... m e... o r... b e c a u s e... o f... t h e... s i t u a t i o n... y o u... a r e... i n."

I nodded my head taking in all of her insults, I deserve it, look at the devil I once loved, and adored "Can I ask you something?" I muttered looking into her eyes "You can" She smirk walking to my wine bar, she poured herself a glass of whisky, I roll around my wheel facing her "Sherly, did you ever love me? Was there even a time you loved me?" "You really wanna know?" She asked sipping from the cup of whisky, and I nodded my head …my heart was reverberating as I wait for her answer

she asked and I couldn't lie. "No," I said clearly and she sighed like she is relaxed... "Second question... do you still love me? The man who told me I love you three years ago... I don't know if he was lying for revenge or not and I don't care anymore... I am asking you... the man in front of me... do you love me? I need just the truth... please tell me the truth once and for all. Do you Aiden Miller love me?" she asked and it didn't even take me a second to answer that.

“I didn’t see your name written on it.” Something shifted in her expression. “Of course you didn’t,” she says. “You weren’t here.” I don’t ask what that means. I don’t need to. She turns back to him. “Do you love her?” He didn’t answer. “Answer the damn question, Ethan,” she says. Her eyes didn’t leave his. “Do you love her… or are you just using her because I left?” I didn’t look away. I keep my eyes on him.