He Knows I Love Him Novels & Stories

Simple gesture, no performance. "I love you," he said. "I know." I squeezed his hand. "I love you too."

‎“I know.” ‎He steps closer. ‎Looks at me like he’s searching for the girl he fell in love with. ‎“I love you,” he says, voice raw. “But I can’t do this if you’re not all in. If there’s still part of you with him.” ‎“There isn’t,” I lie. ‎He sees it. ‎His face crumples. ‎“I want to believe you.” ‎“Then believe me.” ‎He reaches for me. ‎I let him.

I will always love you* *You don’t get it* *What don’t I get?* *I love you* *I know brother I love you too* *No, I’m in love with you idiot* He is in love with me. Is that what he said? *You’re what?* *Gunner… I think I’m gay* *Oh*

Fiona suddenly raised her head to interrupt him, pitifully said, "It's past midnight, I want to sleep..." Paul Henry looked at her for a few seconds, then raised his hand to glance at the clock, slowly said: "It's really late, have you understood what I just said?" "Grandchildren…"Fiona I remember when I was in school, the teacher also asked if you understood, if you said you understood, the teacher would surely ask you "So tell me what you understood". “Uncle, I…”Fiona "Touched" almost cried, "You don't need to understand, I don't want to be in love right now." She used to want to, but not anymore.

I hate him and I love him. "I'm not here for us, for you and me," his deep voice says. "I'm here for you. Only you. I couldn't let you think you were alone.Not right now. You don't have to say a single word to me or even look my way, but just know I'm here."

But I swear, in the way his hands clench just slightly in his lap, I see something some crack in the armor he’s wrapped around himself. I kneel beside the chair, resting my hand lightly on his knee. His breath catches, so faint I almost don’t hear it. “I love you,” I know what I am doing and I have no expectations, but It does not matter as long as he knows how I feel about him

"I'm in love with you, Sera." The restaurant noise faded into the background. All I could hear was the pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears, loud and frantic. "What?" I breathed, barely able to get the word out. "I've been in love with you since you moved to LA," he continued, his grip on my hand tightening almost painfully. "I watched you struggle as a single mother, working yourself to the bone to provide for Ezra, and I fell for you. I've been waiting for years for you to see me, really see me, not as just a friend but as someone who could love you the way you deserve to be loved."

“You…” He nodded once, curtly. “I love you.”

“I love you so fucking much…” And this time, I believe him.

That makes him sigh because he already knows that winning an argument with his mom is next to impossible. “Okay, whatever you say,” he said then eat a cookie from his plate. “Hmm! This tastes so good mom, aww you’re really the best,” he said happily making her mom smile widely while handling him a warm glass of milk. “You can have more dear, but don’t eat too much, we’ll be having our dinner later,” his mom said and he just put a nod because his mouth is full of cookies. “Mom, I think I found someone,” he uttered softly to his mom when he remembered Joseff.