I Don T Need Love Novels & Stories

I don't believe in this shit. Love. What is the love? It is total bullshit. Love don't exist in real life. It's all money what people want. I love my life because I can hook up with anyone, I can flirt with anyone i want. This is all i want. My freedom. That's it. "I am not going addict to anyone in my life"

Hе nоddеd аgаіn. “Thаt’ѕ аll I want out of lіfе, Jіm, that’s аll I’ve еvеr rеаllу nееdеd. I dоn’t nееd a ріесе of рареr оr a rіng tо rеmіnd mе thаt I саrе fоr ѕоmеbоdу, and I dоn’t nееd a рѕусhіаtrіѕt tо tеll mе that I ѕhоuldn’t bе dереndеnt on ѕоmеоnе else іn order tо hаvе a life.

I began to type a new status: "Hey out there…As a lot of you know, there's been a lot of hate and anger and violence around me recently. But I know that isn't all there is. Sometimes, though, it's hard not to feel like I'm getting buried in it, like nothing I do has ever really been good. I really need a bit of a boost right now…If I've ever helped you with my music or otherwise, please tell me? I don't mean to sound needy…Just in a rough spot right now. Could really use some love." I hit send.

"I've already told you that we're over—that means I don't want to have anything more to do with you. "How can you talk about love when you can't even respect me? You have no right to claim to love anyone, Harold. You're the only one you love!" The blood drained from his face at my words. He shook his head helplessly and tried to prove his innocence. "No, it's not like that! I was just stupid before—I thought you would always be with me, so I hurt you without a care for the consequences. I forgot how it would make you feel, that you would be hurt!

I need to slow down and give her my passion and love. There is no need to rush this, or else I will ruin this for us. I need to show her that love doesn’t need t be overwhelming and scary.

"Secondly, I love what I do, wanna know why? Cause I worked hard to get where I am today, I own this all, I have no debts whatsoever! I show love to everyone I care about! Any of you can come to me and ask to borrow a fortune I won't lend it to you, I'll give it to you with no expectation repayment! "I love living like this because I know I will never be like my father. And lastly, why I'll never look for love is simple. I don't want to commit to anything, I don't want to have sex it's just disgusting, I don't want to have to try and please someone who doesn't know what they want! "I've seen love in marriage, oh trust me I have. And guess what I learnt? It's bullshit!!" Jack looked away and

"You know the state of my life, Olly. It doesn't change much." "We need to get you a boyfriend." "I need a boyfriend like I need a clit-piercing." He choked on his coffee. "I don't have one," I added. "In case you were wondering." "I wasn't. It's not something I'd ever wonder about," he coughed, slightly wild-eyed. "Well, regardless, I don't need a boyfriend." "Everybody needs someone, Shannon," he said softly. "Even you." I stretched my arms up, clasping my hands behind my head. "I need love, not distractions. Boyfriends come with drama, with the inevitable Oh-I-tripped-and-put-my-cock-in-her."

She lowered her gaze for a second, then raised it and her eyes locked with his. “Give me tonight. Give me something I never had. Give me back what was taken from me years ago. I don’t want love promises, I don’t expect you to tell me 'I Love You’. I just want to feel alive again… For just one moment in my life, make me feel what no one made me feel before.”

“I…” Before she could say anything more, Lonnie cut her off, “Look, I can tell you won’t tell me anything… at least not the actual truth that is... But you need to relax, girl. You are wound up so tight, I fear the wrong word will set you off like a grenade. And in a place like this... that is not a good thing. Definitely not good for business. Take some hours off. Relax and get your head together. But just know... I will help you deal with whoever or whatever is turning your blood sour. You just have to say the word.”

He had gathered all the used sleep balm cases and put them there. According to him, they were proof of my love for him. Time had stripped them of their color, just as it had stripped my love for him. It had left them cracked and faded. Then, I walked him to the garden where the camphor tree was. He stood and stared at the withered tree in shock. “Didn’t you want a sleep balm? Bring the tree back to life first.”