Heart Keep Your Love Alive Novels & Stories

She commanded. I cut my fingertip using my bare teeth and dripped my blood there. "What is it?" “You swear that no matter what happens, you will stay alive for me. You will stay alive forever, even without me.” "Haven't I told you yet?" I happily said. "You make me feel alive." I stared at her eyes, she didn’t even blink. “So, how can I stay alive without you? You are the only person I know who can make my heart stole a beat.”

Something tightened in my chest, like my heart had been pulled closer to his. “I’ve survived heartbreaks,” I said quietly, “mostly because I never felt this deeply before. What I feel for you… it’s terrifying in the most beautiful way. I know I’ll die if you ever break my heart.” He turned me around so I was facing him, his wet fingers tucking my hair gently behind my ear. “Love is like life,” he whispered, “It’s not always easy and doesn’t always promise happiness. But just like we don’t stop living, we shouldn’t stop loving.”

How? How do I let this love heal my heart?

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She danced around the kitchen as she cooked and sang “….mmm…baby….In your heart…I can still hear a beat for every time you kiss me….and when we’re apart I know how much you miss me…I can feel your love for me in your heart…and there ain’t no way I’m letting you go now….and there ain’t no way and there ain’t no how…I’ll never see that daaaaaay…’cause i’m keeping you forever and for always..we will be together for all of our days….wanna wake up every morning to your sweet face…alwaaaays…oooooh….wanna wake up every morning…in your eyes..I can still see the look of the one who really loves me…the one who wouldn’t put anything else in the world above me…I can still see the love for me in your eye

The truth in between us, the moments in between us. “You, You must not leave me now. I won’t allow you. No, I won’t allow you. After 10 years I had got back my life, my happiness, today I feel alive, with you I could listen to my heart throbbing, I could say yes I too own a heart, yes my heart also beats and echo just one and only one name. You. It beats for you. Listen to it. Listen to it beating.” Saying this he held my head with his palm and carefully let it rest on his chest. The momentary proof of him being alive. His heart which once felt stoic and lifeless like a rock was now a living proof of his love. Yes, I do believe you love me. But, it is the wrong person you have mistaken for

He'd tell them, "And when you find that one person who makes your heart beat fast as if you're running a marathon even when you're standing still, you'll know that love lives in the heart of every man." THE END!

His harsh words stung her like a bee’s painful sting, before she could utter another word or do anything, her lips were roughly covered by his in a forceful kiss When your heart forces you to believe that you’re falling apart, seek help from you mind, Coz whoever said “Think from heart” forgot that messages to heart are transmitted from mind All Hearts !!

I need the energy to think because if I don't I feel like I'm going to die. Heart took a deep breath and slowly open the door of her deceased fiance's house. Carefully and slowly walking, afraid that she will lose her balance since her strength left her body. She headed directly towards her fiance's room and she immediately walked towards the table beside his bed because a letter on the table caught her attention. “Heart, I hope you see this and before you watch my video, I want to remind you that I love you,” she whispered, reading the note. Heart noticed a USB next to the letter and took it, watching the video on her fiance's laptop. Her fiance's nervous face, smiling at the camera, was th

She wondered if any of them were still out there, living stories she hadn’t finished. Raegan pulled out her phone and opened her Notes app. The cursor blinked at her, patient and expectant. For a moment, she hesitated, fingers hovering. Then she typed: This is not love, not the kind I dreamed of. This is staying quiet to keep someone from leaving. This is setting myself on fire just to light the way for them. She stopped, heart racing. Her throat tightened. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t polished or gentle or safe. But it was hers.