Novel & Cerita Endless Love By Scott Spencer

you….darling don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years…I’ll love you for a thousand more…and all along I believed I would find you…time has brought your heart to me….I have loved you for a thousand years..I’ll love you for a thousand more…cause I give you all…of me…God bless the broken road that lead me straight to you….aaaallll of you….so…marry me…” She removed herself from the piano and moved to the singular chair where she picked up the guitar and began to play it while she sang a song from Dolly Parton. “Hmmm… I could hold out my arms…say I love you this much…I could tell you how long…I will long for your touch…How much and how far…would I go to prove…the depth and the bread

Loving people you'll never meet. That's legacy. That's enough. That's everything. THE END

Lorne's whole body stiffened, he heard a gentle voice: “If she knows you love her, I think in another world, she will also be very happy. Her biggest wish in this life is to have love from you.” Ashley wants to let go. Suddenly. A strong force hugged her tightly, her head rested on her shoulder, and in her ear, she heard a very deep voice. “Sorry, Anna. I love you, Anna.” Ashley couldn't forget this person, because she and the woman he loved both had scars on their foreheads, and also because, at this moment, he looked at her as the woman he loved - Anna, the woman he couldn't say sorry to or say the three words "I love you" with his mouth.

Once we were back at the mansion, I decided to share an observation. “Cameron.” “Yeah?” “I think you’ve given all your love to Rachel’s mom. Now, it feels like you’re just loving for the sake of it.” He stopped under the porch light, and it illuminated every detail of his face. He frowned and contemplated for a moment. Then, he shook his head. “Love doesn’t run out like a mine that gets emptied. It’s endless. When you meet the right person, it just keeps coming.” It was a touching analogy, but it did not move me.

Love confessions did not need to be long; just a short sentence was enough. Looking at Quinton, who was also looking at her affectionately, she raised her hand and touched his face. She took the initiative to kiss him again. "Quinton, thank you for loving me all this time." Andrea hoped that they could love each other forever. Mission world… Ever since Andrea disappeared again, everything about her in this world had been completely erased. No one had memories of her, except for Gabriel and Anthony. All they knew was that Gabriel did have an affair, and Anthony's mother died of depression. They did not even know that Andrea later returned to the mission world.

His palm wiped his lips countless of time, and his hips became his hands' favorite resting space. What was she trying to do? Spoil him? Seduce him? Trick him? The gentleness in her voice nearly convinced Jacob that Stephie was his century-long lover, who understood his needs. She was right, he did have a long day all because of her. She was also right that he didn't want to come home to an argument or debate. She should've also been right about being out of place in the picture of his home, and yet, the bitter truth which caused his throat to run dry and for his muscles to stiffen... is that the image of Stephie is what the picture of his home, his life, had been missing all along.

I am happy in love. The End.

I don't want my darling wife working so hard. Isabella laughed. For five years of marriage, she had washed all of his clothes by hand. And now, he was washing clothes for another woman. How ironic. Just then, the charity organization arrived. Isabella carefully cleaned and packed her old clothes, handing them all over to the charity. When she came back and saw the house nearly empty, she felt a sense of lightness she had never experienced before. It turned out that the end of love was just a moment's decision. Once she stopped loving him, she could be so carefree.

“Madison! Can you... can you buy me a coconut water? Please…” Coconut water wasn’t special. What made it meaningful was that it had been the first drink I ever bought him. It symbolized love and innocent affection. I never thought Rowan—who had once been indifferent to the past—would come to reminisce about it five years later. “No, Rowan,” I said softly without turning. “Let’s leave it at that.” Still, Rowan kept calling after me. “Madison, not a single day has passed this year without me thinking of you! I’ve paid the price for everything. Won’t you come back to me?”

Where love began, and where it will always return The End