He Loves Me He Loves Me Not นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I love you. *

He loves me for me and that’s all I ever wanted was someone to love me, but I guess it is what it is, I’ve found that special someone who means the world to me and I won’t let him go. He’s Mine.

I pressed on, this time I was peeling the back of a banana. "Oh my goodness, how did I ever get to know you?" He muttered annoyed. I threw the peel on him and nodded. "It's still a miracle" I added and we both smiled at each other. I pictured myself as a queen with many suitors trying their very best to be my groom, but this one man wouldn't give up, I was yet to know if he would win my heart at last. "Snap out of it, I won't" he suddenly said. Was Jimmy reading my mind.

Sports was simply not her cup of tea. “Well, yes. If you don’t mind that is,” she replied a bit taken aback. Damn! Why was her plans always backfiring on her when she least expected it? Wasn’t he the one who was supposed to be perplexed instead? “Mind? No. Of course not. I love you, remember?” he said impertinently and like always he had his way around her. Rhea was hoping he would forget to mention that sentence but it would seem that it was all he had in mind. Well, she would make sure he ended up hating her eventually when she was done with him.

"Why wouldn't I want to?" Juno stopped at a window overlooking the fog-wrapped grounds. "Because of him. Because Silas looks at you like you're the reason he's still here. Because part of you, the part that remembers things you shouldn't remember, that dreams about fires, mirrors and a name that isn't yours knows you belong here." "I don't—"

She doesn’t realize how close she has leaned until her chest brushes his back. “I guess,” he says after a moment, “I never really had space for anything else after that.” Her hands slide down his arms, thumbs tracing muscle, grounding herself as much as him. “Some redheads disappointed me anyway,” he adds, voice darker now. “Like you.” The words land softly, but they sting all the same. “But you have the same shade of intense red hair as that girl so whenever I want to hate you, I can’t bring myself to.” She stills.

he snapped. I swallowed hard. “We’re not related.” “We grew up together. I told you, the day you moved in—I said I’d protect you. Cherish you. Like a brother should.” His voice cracked, rising with each word. “Not like this.” He looked angry. Furious, even. But under it, I could feel his panic. And mine too. “And what do you even know about love?” he added bitterly. “You haven’t even graduated college yet.” But I didn’t back down. “Then I’ll prove it,” I said. “I’ll prove that I can be seen as your girlfriend—not just some powerless girl you need to protect.”

he said, gazing at her for a long time. She couldn't reply when he began playing the guitar. She looked at him because the song was familiar. "This is our favorite song, remember?" he said seriously, still gazing at her. Suddenly, memories flooded her mind—the times they spent together at the top of the tree at their hangout spot. They would always sing that song whenever it was just the two of them. She smiled as he began to sing. Who knows how long I've loved you... It was I Will by The Beatles.

"Loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Oh, oh~" But wait-- I can sense something else with him. Why does he doesn't have any real friends? How can he say that? Oh no, curiosity go away! Fudge! I'm doom!

Peter must be keeping Alexis busy with a bedtime story. Musing, she began lining the stones up. What had she seen in his eyes? Did he love her? One by one she recited the old saying. ‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.’ On the twenty-fourth stone she stopped. ‘He loves me not!’ *** rley.’ She looked up as Alexis threw her a cherry. He’d been standing there watching her. ‘Catch.’ He smiled that devastating smile at her. ‘He loves you, very much.’ His words were said slowly, and simply because he meant them.