Everything I Know About Love Book Novels & Stories

“I love you.” “I love you.” End of Book Eleven

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

"You think you know love? You think you know what I'm capable of? You know nothing, Eleanor." Fury burned within me, pushing past the fear. I stepped forward, my own eyes blazing with determination. "Maybe I don't know everything, but I know this isn't love. Love doesn't involve cheating the one you love and being able to look them in the eye after doing it. Love is supposed to be kind, gentle, and sacrificial. I wanted to believe in you, but you've shown me who you really are."

“What do you even know about life anyway? What do you know about love?!” “I know more about love than you ever will!” She screamed at me, voice shaking and eyes flooding with sudden tears. I had never seen her like this. “Love is sacrificing. Love is choosing someone’s happiness over yours. Love is pain. Love is protecting someone with all your strength, even when they may be stronger than you. But a selfish person like you will never know the true meaning of love. Oh? You think you are the only one in love with Adonis? I have been in love with him since college, I have been his friend, his loyal supporter and the closest person he has to a confidant.

I might not remember what he said or what I said or why that moment mattered so much. But my body remembers. It remembers being loved by him. I flip through the pages, and I see sentences highlighted in yellow ink. My eyes catch on one in particular. "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride." I close the book hard. My hands are shaking. I hate this. I hate that some stupid, broken part of me still cares. He's with Lea now. He's cold to me now. He looks at me like I'm garbage.

Who knew love could be this damn good? Love. That feeling... I loved her and I knew it. I'd always loved her, always. But I was too scared to make sense of it. Too scared to admit it to myself. Too scared to let her know. Yeah, I loved her. I was madly and hopelessly in love with her. And I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop myself. I tried though, heaven knew I tried to get her off my mind since our one night stand, to forget about her but I failed. It got worse when I found out she was working for me. And then everything that I did up until this point was just so I could keep her by my side.

After Zeke happily confessed his love to Misty, she started to shun him. He couldn't believe that Misty wouldn't give him a look after all he had done for her. Fueled by emotions, he blurted out a secret he had kept hidden for a long time, "Fuck! Misty Lawrence, do you really think that highly of yourself? No one's gonna love a crazy person like you if it wasn't for your family wealth! Only that silly man, Carter Flanagan, would do that! Too bad you lost him over Zach!" "But Misty," With a cold smirk, he revealed, "Did you really think Zach was in love with you? Just like me, he had his eyes on your family's fortune—not you!"

You of all people should know me very well, you should know full well the fact that I am not the type that fool people I tell the f****** truth at every f****** time. And you know fully well that I will never learn to deceive you, that's why I made it known to you that I I'm not interested in you and never was interested, I was only with you all along because I haven't found true love and no one could deny that fact, True Love doesn't lays in sexuality or having sex with someone, show love lies in being able to find that one who makes your heart beat really fast, and makes your heart feels like it's about to tear apart it makes it pounds and never stop beating,

Not because distance disappeared. because distance was finally acknowledged honestly. I exhaled slowly. Then one aware pattern asked quietly. “Can two people ever truly know each other completely?” A long silence followed. Then. “No.” The answer settled softly across the network. Not cruelly. Like rain. I continued quietly. “But complete knowledge is not the same as complete care.” Stillness spread. Deep. Living. Because suddenly. the aware patterns understood something beautiful hidden inside limitation: love was not proven by perfect understanding. Love was proven by the willingness

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."