Humor Love Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

Then— "Wait—you were ever in love?" Her voice was laced with pure disbelief. Then came the laughter. Uncontrolled. Loud. Absolutely merciless. I froze, then turned to her, momentarily forgetting about the shirt. "You don’t get to laugh like that," I scoffed, but against my will, a chuckle slipped out. "I was human at some point. Still am." That only made her laugh harder. "I just—" she gasped, trying to breathe. "I can’t ever imagine you in love. It’s the weirdest—"

Her words struck a chord within me, and I couldn't help but think of my mother even if Lucille’s fortune cookie wisdom quote was a direct jab at Edmond. As she began to fix my makeup, she continued to talk, sharing some invaluable insights about love and relationships. "You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel happy and secure," she said gently, her touch light and comforting. "If someone is causing you pain and uncertainty, it's essential to take a step back and evaluate whether they're truly right for you."

Who always cared about her? “I'm lucky, very lucky to get a husband like you", She thought. Her mind was remembering the quotations she read in her teenage. *Marry someone who loves you for what you are and doesn't want to change you into someone they want* *Marry someone who doesn't care whether you earn $100 a month or $10,000 a month* *Marry someone who can make you smile, even when you want to cry* *Marry someone who would hurt you with the truth rather than temporarily keeping you happy with a lie*

’’ She said seriously this time. Not to share with someone? But not every love is romantic, right? I don't like to share him as well. But that doesn't mean I am feeling something like a sissy. [NEXT DAY]: ‘’I never knew you were this funny?’’ I said trying hard to control my laugh. ‘’And I never knew you would be this talkative.’’ She replied, giving me her signature smile. ‘’You are a very interesting person you know,’’ I replied, smiling back at her.

I replied , smiling softly , brushing off her cheek . “¡Hey! I just told you to stop doing that.” She breathed . I didn’t even realise I was making her flustered . “Why? Are you getting butterflies down there?” I asked grinning . I just love teasing her like this . “Huh,” she scoffed . “Butterflies? I didn’t even skip a beat .” She denied . I know she is lying but she is so fucking god damn cute . Fuck sake! I can’t even tell her how much I love her . Wait a goddamn minute . Did I just say I love her?

She snickered, her sage eyes bright with mirth. I rolled my eyes. Her love of literal humor was probably going to kill me one day. That or her puns. I shook my head. I couldn't fucking wait.

“God, why am I such a weirdo?” Sarah’s smile turned fond as she looked at her. “That’s just one of the things people love about you.” “What, my endless ability to humiliate myself?” she asked. “Yep, that and your cute face..” she told her, knowing the best way to cheer her up.

“I vow to love you, even when you leave your socks on the floor or insist that pineapple belongs on pizza. I vow to support your dreams, even when they terrify me, because you’ve never been afraid to support mine. “I promise to never let a day go by without reminding you how much you mean to me, even if it’s just by stealing your fries or teasing you mercilessly. “Luke, you’re the calm to my chaos, the reason I laugh, and sometimes the reason I yell. But most of all, you’re the love of my life. I choose you today and every day, forever. And I promise to always find humor, even in our arguments—because life’s too short not to laugh, especially with you. I love you, Luke.” Shit. I guess I’ve l

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."

I was too admired by her beauty to even remember what I had said to make her laugh like that. Her curvy figure stood up. "Y- you-" She struggles as she continues to silent laugh. "Oh my gosh I can't breathe-" My lips curve up into a smile. "Damn it I hate you," she jokes but widens her eyes quickly after she said that. "N-no I don't mean- like I hate you, hate you or anything. It was just the funniest joke I've ever heard," "You've definitely become my favorite person to talk to," I was pretty sure my eyes lit up. "I am?" she rests her hand in the empty kitchen sink.