Gun And Roses This I Love 소설 & 이야기

I kissed her warm, soft lips, softly snd then increased the pace, luckily she was catching up. We slowly detached our lips, resting our forehead against each other's. “Umm, what does thid mean?” She asked me. “What do you think? I love you too, Rose. I love you” i said to her. Who would have thought that i would say this to anyone. Fews years back i swore to myself that i would never love again after jade's betrayal but here i was professing my love to Rose . “Do you really mean that?” She asked and i leaned in and kissed her lips once more. “I love you, Katherina Merchetti Gold.” I said, pulling her into a warm embrace.

It’s been two days since that day in my backyard. When Gunner didn’t show up when Noah got back from school, I assumed that maybe Calvin didn’t want anything to do with us. After all, he was really grumpy during our whole encounter. “Hi” shock was clearly in my voice and I couldn’t hide it. “Hi Miss Ava” Gunner tells me sweetly with a smile. “These are for you” It’s then that I notice he has a bouquet of flowers. Pink roses to be exact. He hands them to me and I take them gratefully.

I murmur She rolls her eyes "I will never want you." I smirk "Good thing I said love not want. We both know you already want me." "I- I don't" she lies "You're a horrible person." Oh, sweetheart people fall in love with horrible people every day. I stand up, with the gun still in my hand and I walk closer to her, As expected she takes a few steps back "Is that why you touch yourself at night to the thought of me?" I whisper

She didn’t need to guess who sent it. Excitement swelled in her chest. She slid into the car, picked up the bouquet, and read the small card tucked inside. “Meet me at the VIP’s elevator.” That was it. No “sweetheart,” no “love, Dixal.” She pouted slightly. That man could never bring himself to write anything tender. Then again, knowing Dixal—he was always more expressive in person than in letters. A soft smile curved her lips as she inhaled the fresh scent of the roses. They were newly picked. Yellow Valentine roses—her favorite. He remembered.

"But I've figured out that you can't see what I've given, and love can't be consummated with only one party giving. "When you were destroying the flowers I worked so hard to grow, you had destroyed my love for you. "When the love had gone, we were nothing. I'm sorry. I haven't loved you for years." I pushed the door open and left, his sobs not stirring the slightest bit of pity in me. Finally, I was able to say it face to face, and I officially said goodbye to the past. The days were finally back to normal again. Everyday I worked in my rose garden.

Surrounding it was a ring of tiny diamonds of the same high quality. It was simply stunning. This was something I had made myself. The pink diamond had been a gift from Benjamin—a token of his love—when we'd first gotten together. That day, when he confessed to me, he'd said, "My love for you is like this diamond—flawless, pure, unique, and irreplaceable." I was elated, and I smiled coyly. "You promised it's one of a kind. So, now that you've given it to me, you can't give one to anyone else."

He seems to enjoy this rose-thingy. "Nueve rosas simbolizan mi amor eterno (Nine roses symbolize my eternal love.)" He paused for a while after giving her a total of nine roses. She is looking at him as if she is asking if there is nothing more. "Diez Rosas porque eres perfecta a mis ojos (Ten roses because you're perfect in my eyes.)" He brushed his lips onto hers. They are almost doing a passionate kiss if only the la sirvienta did not knock at their door.

“All right. I won’t tell him yet.’ Rome exhaled loudly and then wrapped his arms around her. “I love you, Ella. When I said it last night, I meant it. Even if it seems impossibly fast. I love you so much. The moment I spoke to you on the phone, I knew you were different. I knew you were special. That you were the one for me.” Resting her head on his chest, she took a deep breath, inhaling sandalwood and pine, mingled with a masculine scent that was purely him. In a breathy whisper, she said, “I love you, too, Rome. More than anything.”

"When school is over for the day, I will stand at the school gate again, so that she will say goodbye, to which I will wave. This was how it was for the both of us for one good year. The next year, I will be graduating from high school but I told myself I must win her heart, so I started putting flowers in her locker. The first day I put nine red roses but I happened to hear from her that her preference is white, so since then, it became nine white roses with a note. I never send her ten roses and I never send her one hundred roses, that is because, I believed it will only be an even number with me around and since I know that won't be possible soon, I always send her a note, handwritten by