I Have Loved You Since We Were 18 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

* Thirty minutes later, we arrived back in school and at the venue where the party is being held. Finally arriving in school came with a different kind of headache. I mean, aside from posing for a compulsory photo session at the entrance with awkward position with a bunch of people I might not be seeing again for the rest of my life, I also had to deal with my sister clingy ass who is still holding onto my boyfriend's arm as if he is the only lifejacket in a middle of a sinking ship.

No more than lovers, no more than friends. And at the end of the day, all I could talk about was him. We were kind of famous in our room after all. They all thought we’re meant to be seeing how lovey dovey we were. When we ended, everyone thought we’ll be together again after some time, or maybe even years. When we’re older, our life a little hectic and problematic, a little brave and when we’re older and ready. But we ended years ago—I was thirteen and now sixteen. He was my first love.

Hurting Kellan like this was a two-edged knife; every stab I gave him injured me as well. Kellan fisted a hand over his chest, he clutched his shirt in a tight grip “W..why?” I opened my mouth to speak, but was flattered. I dug my nails into my palm so the pain there would distract me from the one in my chest. “Because I no longer love you,” I lied. I loved him. I loved him when I was eighteen. I loved him when I was eighteen and twenty. I loved him when I ran from home and convinced him to marry on impulse

“I’ve watched you carry everything alone, since we were sixteen.” “Every threat, every attack, every loss… I’ve seen you fight it all and never let anyone in.” “And now, for the first time you let someone in, you give him all of yourself. And you think it’s love.” My throat tightened. “You don’t know him.” I countered back. “Neither do you.” He countered. I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came. “I’ve loved you since we were sixteen, Emily.” “Every summer, every storm, every quiet night… I wanted to tell you, I wanted to hold you.”

His lips responded to mine as I glorified at the knowledge that this beautiful man I have loved since I was 15 years old loved me. Pulling back, my black hair ran a curtain between us as I kissed him tenderly on his mouth, my lips lingering there as our foreheads rested against each other. "I love you too Iñigo." I finally spoke "I loved you since I was 15 years old and I don't think I'll ever stop loving you when you had my heart since I was a teen."

to annoy you, and somehow it just stuck. I knew I loved you that day, in the weird way eight-year-olds can love. I've loved you every day since, through all your phases and moods and mistakes. Through my treatments and hospital stays and the times I pushed you away because I was scared of exactly this moment, of leaving you behind.

I knew it made me sound needy and insecure but I was desperate to know the answer. “Mallory, it took me way too long to admit it, but I have loved you since the day you punched me in the nose for teasing my brother on the playground. You were ten, almost eleven and I was thirteen. I was furious at you for embarrassing me but deep down I loved that you were full of fire and I was infatuated.

You are not even looking at this marriage, Hea! His eyes glued on her and voice broke, 'I loved you most of my life and I still love you. I've loved you since the age of 18. You mean so much to me, but the thing is, you're not trying to accept what little I have for you. Can't my love replace his love for you?

“Whеn I wаѕ еіghtееn уеаrѕ оld, mу dаddу wаѕ the most handsome mаn іn the whole world. Hе wаѕ mу world аnd еvеrуthіng revolved аrоund hіm аѕ fаr аѕ I was concerned. Mоrе importantly, hе loved mе back. Rіght after mу eighteenth bіrthdау, he wеnt fishing оut hеrе, rіght out frоm whеrе wе’rе ѕіttіng nоw.

"Of course." "I keep remembering the last time I saw you, before everything fell apart. Before the council, before Voss's threat, before any of it." His voice had gone quiet, memory softening his expression in the pale starlight. "We were seventeen, standing exactly like this, though considerably more foolish and considerably less prepared for what our bond actually meant. I told you I loved you that night. Do you remember?" "I remember." Something in her chest ached at the memory, old grief and old joy tangling together. "You were terrified, saying it. Like the words themselves might undo you."