Everything I Know About Love Novels & Stories

It's dating for specific needs. But I'm aging, and sometimes I think I want companionship, my apartment feels too large for one man, and it sure has gathered familiarity with too many women, so sometimes, I want the feeling of coming back to just one person, one person that I know, one person that I understand, one person that I trust, one person that I love. But that word is the problem. Love. I don't know what it is, I don't know how to Love. And I don't know how to commit.

"Sorry if I expected too much. I should have known that you can't love someone like me." "What do you know about love?" His sweet voice echoes from one ear to another, and I look up at him. What do I know about love? "Nothing much. Maybe I don't know even a thing about love." My heart is so heavy now, and I can't breathe properly because of the lump blocking the air in and out of my lungs at the throat. I am almost choking.

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

And I want all that from the core of my heart. So for these three minutes when you are reading this, please let me tell you that I love you. I know real love takes time. I know that we might not even date. I know that we may not have a future. But despite knowing that I can’t have the moon, I want to tell the moon that I love you. From far, one-sided, crazy, impractical, stupid, idiotic, but hey, I love you. And that’s all I ask from you. I ask nothing. Yes, each inch on my soul prays that you love me too. But even if you don’t tell me “I love you too,” I love you. Even if you force me to never say this to you again, I will whisper to myself that I love you. Because I do love you. My heart k

They don't know about the things we do They don't know about the "I love yous" But I bet you if they only knew They would just be jealous of us, They don't know about the up all nights They don't know I've waited all my life Just to find a love that feels this right Baby, they don't know about They don't know about us.

Afraid of being broken, it's so easy to take my heart and throw it away. I am no longer afraid of you or afraid of this bond between us. I wasn't sure for a long time Jason that you wouldn't hurt me like all the other people in my life that I cared about. I look at you and I know, I finally know, what it is to love and to be loved.'' ''I need to tell u exactly how I feel. I need you to know that I care for you deeply and I am always here for you no matter what. That you are the most beautiful and stunning girl I have ever laid eyes on.

I shouted, "I KNOW! I KNOW HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND. SO WHAT??? WHY DOES EVERYBODY KEEP SAYING THIS TO ME?!" I started to sob saying, "Is it my mistake?... I didn't know it before... Now I can't stop myself from liking him." He came closer and hugged me. I continued my sobbing while being in his embrace. "I like him!" He lifted my face which was buried earlier on his chest. He wiped out my tears and said, "I love you." and kissed me on my forehead. I got mad and pushed him away, "What's wrong with you?" He tried to come closer to me.

Then they met, and magic happened between them. The story flowed easily because, for the very first time in her life, she knew what real love was. It was her story, hers and Dix's. One thing was pretty much for sure. She'd never find another man like him. If that meant she stayed single forever, well, at least she had her memories. At least, on paper, she could give it a happy ending. "Hey, Peyton." Grace's voice sounded in her ear. "You still there? Did I lose you?"

"Why are you so good at making me bad?" Lana breathed raggedly. "I'm very motivated if it's something I want." He chuckled. "I never knew you could be so...ruthless." She finished, not knowing what other word to use for him. "I think the word you're looking for is passionate." Clark laughed, brushing a kiss over her lips.- "I want every inch of you to myself. I don't care if I have to play dirty" "I won't deny that I want you. But this isn't the right time for us to do this." -She placed her hand on his chest to push him back.- “ We should stop before we get caught. “

With all my love, O.J❤️❤️💡