For My Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

Seraphina The cheers still echoed faintly in my ears, haunting me like a lingering echo from a nightmare or a fantasy I couldn’t wake up from. I stood there, rooted to the ground, breathless and dazed, like someone who’d just stepped off a rollercoaster… except mine had crashed straight into a wall. My lips still tingled, raw, and sensitive from the kiss I had just stolen from a stranger. A stranger I hadn’t even asked his name. A kiss that didn’t mean love or lust or longing. It meant war.

She couldn’t deny the feeling of being taken to the world where only the two of them existed. After revisiting that picture-perfect memory, she caressed the words she had written under it and read them with a teary smile. ‘This was my very first kiss. A consoling minute that felt like home I could really call mine. I’ve found solace in you. You always calm my troubled heart the most fleeting way. I love you, Sir Jeremy.’

What incomparable blending of form and colour in your divine features! I happen to be in love with you Mr Romantic. Just by reading this, I was struck with love. Who is this Mr Romantic?

She asks confused. “I don’t care about Chloe. I only care about you.” I say honest, I don’t care that she saw me naked. That’s not saying I’m not mad that she disrespected me like that. But the truth is she doesn’t win, she thought she could entice me into sleeping with her like she did Phil. But she doesn’t know one important fact, I love Adira. There’s no other person I will ever love like I love Adira.

It came directly from his heart. This is what I wanted for him right? For Mr Reid to help so he could be free and I'll end up with Mason. But why does it feel so wrong? Why am I having a choked feeling deep inside? Someone turned on the mini stereo in the room locked away by R.City began blasting through. If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly. Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, And if I couldn't be strong,

For my soul. For my woman.

I started to read. My lover's got humor - She's the giggle at a funeral - Knows everybody's disapproval - I should've worshiped her sooner - Take me to church - I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies - I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife - Offer me that deathless death - Good God, let me give you my life.

I explain. "What song?" he inquires, even though he already knows it's my favorite. "The one you just sang," I reply, absentmindedly playing with my hair, which won't be there for much longer. "Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?" His voice is flawless. I used to play this song when I couldn't fall asleep. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be." I feel his fingers gently combing through my hair. It's a reflex, they say, in moments like these. Perhaps he's as tired as I am. "Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you." I resist the urge to close my eyes, wanting to hea

I love him more. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨