Friend Love Novels & Stories

he recited like he was reading a memorized speech. "Do you even love me?" I asked, I noticed him smile. "I respect you, I admire you, and I find myself looking forward to spending time with you", diverting from my question. "That's not the question". "I am not a romantic but I would work on that, I don't believe love just happens at first sight, I believe it grows and blossoms with time and commitment" Ibrahim replied. "I don't want to lie to you about anything, I don't want to throw the word love around with you, I want to say it when It's going to mean the most '' Ibrahim said pulling up to our parking lot.

I added. “Okay. I Love love.” Lisa said, placing her hand on her chest and staring up at the ceiling. “No. It’s not an “I love love” situation. What part of “We’re just friends” do you not understand?” I said while also mocking Lisa and pulling off my clothes to go take a bath. “Well, tell me whoever became lovers from being just enemies. It usually starts off as being friends first, my friend.” Lisa furthered.

"What are you thinking about being so quiet?" "Love is having trust in the other person."

"The hunger, sufferings and pain are too much for the eyes to bear. I wonder when change will come. Everyday we hear the voice of change but yet we don't see anything resembling change. Infrastructures are still the same way they have been. No government official is ready to tell the governor that this road needs maintenance. All they care about is their stomach and their greed. They think owning the world is everything." There was another silence as Dad stopped talking. He drove slowly as he saw a restaurant that was still open. It was 1am and the sun was still waiting for the moon to permit it to rise. I knew that Dad knew that I was thinking about life and its meaning. I knew that Stacy a

“love “I called her "Yes Cable" she said as she turned to face me. I felt my cheeks heat up. God she was beautiful and I really can see the love for me in her eyes. "I know we haven't known each other for long but...the times that I have spent with you have been really fun...but I think that when I laid eyes on you for the first time. I began to develop feelings for you. I really love you Emma...and I'm glad to have you as my girlfriend "

Why call her anything else when she has a name so beautiful? Every day I find myself more in love in with her. Every day that passes by draws me closer to her. Over the last so many days that we have been talking, I have been meaning to ask her what I mean to her, if I do mean anything at all. I want to ask her whether she sees me as a potential boyfriend, but I will not, because I don’t believe in the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. These terms are too frivolous and are just used to introduce people. I believe more in the word ‘soulmate’. It makes so much sense. When you’re in love, it’s meant for life, isn’t it? If not, then what defines love? A cup of coffee shared together? A drink?

How can I love someone who doesn’t know my likes and hobbies? Someone who doesn’t support me in any decisions I’ve made in my life. Someone who doesn’t know the word etiquette or Good Manners and Right Conduct (GMRC). I don’t even know if he can stop drinking alcohol or taking a cigarettes. I really can’t stand him.

His hands go on my waist. "I don't want your body, Grace. I want you to love me for other reasons than sex." I look up at him. "So you don't want me in that way?" He smiles as he kisses my forehead. "I want you in every way but I want you to love me because I gave you a reason. And I don't want sex to be that reason." "And you don't me in that way until?" "Until you ask me." I stand up and hum. "A sexless relationship? I wonder how I will live." He chuckles.

And my mind began racing. Why is he goddamn handsome when he gets all protective like that? But why would he do that? I mean, I know we were friends when we were 10 years old. So, I expected him to treat me like a stranger, not like someone he is in love with or knows very well. I pondered as I continued observing him. But the more I did, the more it felt like something yearned in my heart, making me want to go and hug him. Though I knew it was going to be impossible, until this whole sham blows over.

“She didn’t freeze. She didn’t shove her off. She… let it happen.” Rownan shifted, sitting beside me now instead of in front of me. “Okay,” he said gently. “But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you.” “She said she still loves her.” There it was. Out loud. Ugly. Heavy. He winced slightly. “Okay. That part is… less ideal.” I gave him a look. He tried to smile. “Look, emotions are complicated. Love isn’t a light switch. It’s more like… WiFi. Sometimes it connects to two networks.”