Novel & Cerita Here I Love You Pablo Neruda

"Habbab, after tonight, you are the person I trust most on the whole planet. You are my husband. My Habbab. aren't you?" "For tonight, I am your Habbab." I kiss her on the forehead and ask her to go to sleep, I want the last beautiful memory of the two of us, to be this instant, so I dare to say something I don't think I have admitted out loud until now. "I love you, Melek Erdoğan. I love you with every beat of my heart. I love you with everything I am, and with everything I will be and hope to be. I love you." "I love you too, Habbab Argent."

I love you " "I love more "

So lame. “You don’t deserve to love me if you are such a fool like this. Yeah, you are a fool.” I speak clearly even if I know that the fool between us is also me. I am such a fool like him. a fool who was madly in love with a foolish guy like him… “So if you are a guy enough to love me… fight for it till the end…” Is it raining right now? Why do my cheeks feel like it was feeling droplets of rain falling?

"Pablo, stop squandering our time. This is the ritual; pick a weapon and perform your duties accordingly. As he observed Pablo staring at the weapons before turning to face his worried fiance, Mr. Benado spoke impatiently. “Do it!” When he closed them, tears began to flow. His fiancé was perplexed. What made him cry? "Baby, mi amore, I love you. Please make room in your heart for me to be forgiven. And always know that I cherish you with all of my heart.” He gave her one final kiss while whispering. "What are you discussing? What is wrong? You haven’t done anything to me, baby. What is wrong? You're frightening me.” And she cried.

Laura uttered these words while cupping Pablo’s face. “Ese es mi amor.” Pablo never hesitated to claim her lips and kiss them passionately. They shared the kiss that seemed to last forever. The moon which had begun to rise, along with the stars that seemed to smile through their twinkles, became witness to the love that was consumed in the sand.

made Ethan feel bad, saying, “I apologize, Olga. I swear I will not do it again.” He raises both of his fists in an oath while kneeling in front of her. Olga is ecstatic, but she interrupts him right away, stating, “It is best not to kneel. Ethan, it is not your fault. I too am a human with vulnerabilities. We are both driven by our own impulses, which can be misleading." Adding, "Furthermore, we are still too young to distinguish between filial love and romantic love, alright? Now let us leave, and better wish me luck as I also likewise wish for you.”

I love you, Elice. *

And also a letter which read, I hope you couldn't have forgotten me because it has been just one month since I came in your life and don't worry I'm not going to leave you so soon as I am here to take you with me so just enjoy the remaining days that you have with you where no one will be there except for both of us and I hope that you must have loved my gift which is just a small token of appreciation from my side to you” But in case if you couldn't have loved this gift than I'll be sending you one more gift soon which you will love for sure because there is nobody in the world who couldn't like the gift of mine but in case if someone did so then I give them something to dislike which they

who is doing these all and what's all these I'm in my thoughts someone given another rose with another flower "Te quiero - I love you in Spanish the day I met you I found my missing piece you complete me and make me a better person I love you with all my heart and all my soul" I'm standing in confusion this time a puppy bought the flower and note I taken it from its mouth "Anh yêu em - I love you in vietnamese sometimes you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time" one girl it's none other than that devil's group member she given flower and note now I understood who is doing all these

"There's something written on the bottom part of the portrait. Did you see it? I was curious so I approached." He put the handkerchief in his pocket and rubbed his own hand. He looked at me after. "It's up to you who I love ..." he said slowly. My forehead creased. "What?" "Es solo a ti a quien amaré, it's written on the portrait." "Is that spanish? Wait, how did you read? You're just far away." "I've been there before, I've read it." "With who?" none of my own question. "A few friends."