Essays In Love Novels & Stories

That was never going to happen since you don't teach your heart who to love as well. "Are you happy about that?" "Yes Kim, Cameron is going to be my wife so isn't it a good thing if she loves me" "What about you? Do you love her?" "You already know that I don't believe in that sappy word love" "Love is not sappy, love is beautiful and kind, when you are in love you are meant to be happy and not bitter" "Love makes one weak and I am not weak, if I had being in love my enemies would have used it against me and tried to kill me"

In that moment, I couldn't help but reflect on the love that had blossomed within these walls. Seeing Emily and Roman locked in a tender embrace, their bodies intertwined as they basked in the warmth of their connection, filled my heart with joy. It was a testament to the power of love, how it could heal wounds and bring two souls together in perfect harmony. Their love story had become an inspiration, a beacon of hope for those who had lost faith in the power of true love. I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb the peaceful scene before me. As I made my way to the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness coursing through my veins. Love was in the air, and it had

I took a deep breathe and exhaled. "Look there!" he pointed "...In the place where the water meets the sky, is the love that surrounds us as everyday goes by. Even in joyfulness, even in times we cry, our love will never stop but will keep on rolling by". He looked at me then continued "...in the place where the seashore meets the bay, is the love that abounds us through the heat in every ray. The sun may go down, but at the end of the day; the flaring shades of love will always have to stay..."

I would always doubt them, would doubt their words, would doubt their actions, would doubt the way they touch me with nothing but affection. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for that kind of love or any kind of love. I just am not ready for any kind of love." Love breaks us and turns us into the version we couldn't recognize. It only looks good on paper, used in poems by poets. Inked down as the beautiful thing and the beautiful feel someone could encounter. But for me, it was just words. Just ink on the paper. Nothing real. It sure does make your heart thump a beat faster, but that's that.

It seems she's feeling bad for her son thinking I called my lover but I wasn't pissed at her because there's no mother that would want her child to be cheated on . I quickly added that me and my boss happens to be best friends so I had to drop all formalities when talking to him except when we're at work. We had attended the same University then , I could remember us attending classes together. He'd be so lazy to do projects then and would be begging me to include his with mine . I'd comply knowing he's at my mercy and bully him a lot before handing him his projects. Sometimes,he would have to do my laundry for almost a month before I give him his projects....."still, you know you are marrie

Cynthia asked and they were all silent. "See, you don't give up just because of a major or minor heartbreak, you pick yourself up and keep going until you find that special person, everyone will find love, we just need to keep looking," She added. "Not me, I don't think I can be in any relationship anymore, I have had two major heartbreak in my life and the second one nearly took my life, I am still barely getting my life back in order, so no love story from me, I am definitely not putting my heart out there again for it to be trampled upon,"

“I found an old essay you wrote in high school, pretty boy but don't ask me how I found it. That knowledge is for me and me alone. According to you this essay is about love and control. We find love interesting, everyone on earth craves love and attention from that one person they are destined to be with but are we really built to love? Sometimes, one could secretly nurture the desire to control one's partner, to manipulate, to gain control, to possess and at the same time protect her or …him *loud clearing of throat and brief pause.*”

The passage she chose to read was from the central chapter, the excerpt that had been the hardest and most honest to write: “There was a version of me that believed love was something earned through perfection. That if I were good enough, quiet enough, or useful enough, love would stay. That it was a matter of deserving, of performance, of not making too many mistakes or taking up too much space. It took me decades to understand that this wasn’t love. It was a contract with impossible clauses.

Eijaz asked. Gladwin just smiled. "She will come back. And if she wanted me to search for her, then she wouldn't have said that she 'will return.' And my answer would remain the same. Even if she never returns, my heart will forever belong to her." Jonas could only shake his head in silence. So did Eijaz. Love truly makes a stone look like a cake. Smart heads become foolish. And it makes perfect people appear flawed in the eyes and ears of others. But Jonas didn't comment.

Feeling bored, I started scrolling through my phone when a new text popped up. "You really believe Chris married you out of love? Stop fooling yourself. He only did it to keep his family off his back. Leave him now unless you want me to teach you a lesson." It wasn't hard to guess who sent it. Honestly, I couldn't care less about why Christopher married me. I typed back quickly. "Well, here's hoping you two cheating scumbags stick together forever." Then, I took a screenshot and sent it to Christopher. "So this is your 'unattainable love,' huh? She's just so gentle and sweet. Don't even start accusing me of being the mean one."