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Even though his touch was cold and light, she still felt a hint of erotic warmth deep in her core. “I’m so sorry this happened, my love,” Nick began. “I should have known better. I haven’t been thinking straight since you got here.” “I’m so confused,” Alison said as she sat on the bed and placed her hand on Nick’s still body’s chest. Vanessa was right, he did feel cooler. “Ever since I got here, you’ve done nothing, but confuse me. You teased me with kisses and foreplay and then told me you didn’t sleep with virgins, only to do that exact thing a few days later while declaring you loved me. None of this makes sense. We only met six days ago. How can you say you love me?”

One has been following his steps in the business world and already have a family while the other one was a rebel who cut ties with them to follow his heart and passion through music like his late mother, where he met his wife and have a family. Mr. Tongchai love his sons, even both was opposite, and he always makes sure to keep track of them. Danny his eldest was a responsible man, even though he always makes a stoic face he has a soft heart. He loves his family so much, especially his little brother who he always keeps on reaching out. Dennis the youngest son of Mr. Tongchai was not very fond of luxury things they have and trying to pursue his dreams, although he loves his family so much, h

Then I remember what is between the two of us, our last names and everything that separates us. —I…I…I have told you everything—I wipe my nose—you know everything I feel, every little thing that happens to me, you know it, but I don't…I don't know about you. I don't know if you…if you love me like I…love you. It costs a hell to say, knowing that I can be unbearable with so much insistence, I can be a complete idiot who blinds himself to the fact that no one definitely loves me the way I want to be loved.

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion.

I heard Jonathan's sobs behind me, but I didn't look back. When the welcome speech for the event ended, I was invited to say a few words on stage. As I took my place, the lights converged and fell on me. Half a year ago, I was trapped in a loveless marriage and played the role of a wife whose heart was broken by her husband every night. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't make it through to see the next day. However, I hadn't realized how big the world was until I left Jonathan, the root of all my sorrows.

How could we stop loving each other after everything we had gone through? “Love is madness.” I told him now, in that same frail voice. “I read it in a romance novel once, when I was twelve. It said that it drives us lit more insane every single day until it consumes us alive.” My lips tilted up when I remembered how badly my mother had reacted to me reading that book. “My mother burned it in the fire place, that book. I don’t even remember what it was called, but I do remember what my mother told me after. ‘Love doesn’t end with happily ever after’s. Each day is a new challenge, a new trial sent to us by god. Those who think that two people coming together at the end of a book is the end of

And there is something endlessly powerful, I now know, in the magic of true love’s kiss. THE END.

I don't like other people calling me a sweetie or any other nickname; I just like it when he does it, when he did it. Damn, why do I miss him? Why do I miss his voice, the way he looked at me, his gestures, his hugs, his kisses, all his cute caresses and nicknames he told me? I don't want to miss him, I don't want to feel I don't want anything with him, I don't want to remember "Are you all right?" He asks, somewhat confused and also upset at my expression.

"You heard it right. In six months we will have the next book for the series published." I can never have asked more in life. I have everything that I have ever needed and wanted. I understand why I met Sacha and everything that happened because of him. It was life's way of making sure that I encountered Rustin. Everything that happened to me led me to his arms. To my one great love. THE END

But he knew he wanted to know the answer. “Wrong.” Her simple answer made him stare at her blankly. “It burns me from inside, I’m sorry but—,” “You know I love you?” She gave him a confused look before answering him honestly, “That’s not love!” “You don’t know,” and just when the words escaped his mouth, she could not help but fire back, “I know love doesn’t hurt like this! It can be anything but love…” Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth.