I Have Loved You Since We Were 18 소설 & 이야기

His words had caught me off guard and I he was right… “You left me for a Man!” I screamed while punching as hard as I could with my right. I’d caught Henry off guard as we took a step back. “I loved you unconditionally, I bore your babies, I brought home the bacon and fu€king cooked it while you relaxed!” I yelled faster and punched harder. “20 years and I’ve gotta make those easy for you?! Go FU€K YOURSELF!” I roared.

he added quietly. And then— “I love you too, baby.” His words wrapped around me like a blanket on the coldest day, washing over the ache in my chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, my racing heartbeat slowed, and I let myself believe, even just for a moment, that maybe we could still be okay.

"Isabella will never forgive you, you are just doing this for yourself!" The moment Aiden was about to leave, Grace shouted loudly at him. Aiden paused but did not look back. On the other hand, Grace herself was overcome with emotion. Those past events clearly emerged in her mind. Love is true love, hate is also true hate. She came today to scold Aiden angrily to vent her hatred. "Aiden, Isabella has fallen in love with you since the first time she saw you. She has done a lot for you, but what have you done for her? You killed her and her father!"

That's how I want to love my woman or more but not less. When I used to watch my parents, I used to adore them and think I would love my fated mate like him. When I reached the age of eighteen I thought I would find her but I found her at the age of twenty. I instantly fell in love with her the moment I found her.

Noah whispered, his voice laced with unbridled joy. Kelly's exuberant squeal filled the air as she pulled me into a tight embrace. "This is incredible! You've done well, brother. We have a wedding to plan!" "You're not just my best friend anymore; you're my sister," Kelly declared, her eyes shining with uncontainable excitement. "Now, when should we set the date? Let's get started on the preparations—I can't wait!" Despite my lingering reservations, Kelly's unwavering determination left no room for dissent. With a reluctant nod, I acquiesced to her plans, knowing that this was only the beginning of a whirlwind journey toward our shared future.

Tom, I wish you happiness. Tom felt like his heart had been pierced with a huge hole, and cold wind was rushing in. He flipped through every photo, looking at what was written on the back. [Tom, you look so handsome when you play basketball!] [Tom, I'm already 18, I'm an adult now, I want to choose the person I like. Do you know that I like you?] [Tom, I've taken another candid shot of you, you're really scary when you're angry, but you never get angry with me, am I a bit special to you?]

It lacks the shine that once amazed me, I remember someone once saying how he loves my eyes so much. That day I clocked eighteen, filled with young expectations. We walked on the river bank alone as we held hands lovingly. “Marcus, now that I turned eighteen would you introduce me as your mate as you promise?” I had asked shyly. He had looked at me hesitantly and then smiled when he saw my furrowed brow.

"But I am. I’m so hung up on you I can’t see straight." Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" I ran my hand back into her hair, cradling the back of her head and my thumb brushing her jaw. "Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me." "Try me." I took a deep breath and looked right into her eyes. "I love you, Kasey. I've been in love with you since you were eighteen." Confusion washed over her face. "That’s not true." "Told you." I gave a small, bitter smile. "You weren’t gonna believe me."

if only i can. "What if.. what if.. I already love you?" He asked me. My fvcking heart won't stop its wild beat and I know it sounds so gay but fvck! Butterflies on stomach is fvcking really! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! I didn't see this one coming. I crossed the distance between our faces and gave her a kiss. Making her feel that I am feeling the same. I've been in love with her for a very long time, ever since I was fourteen and she's sixteen.

"I don’t want to lose you." Pierse’s voice was hoarse, thick with emotion, almost on the verge of breaking. "Eva, I love you. I really do." Years ago, when we were both eighteen, he said those exact words to me. He stood beneath the cascading wisteria outside our school, confessing his love. Not a single word different. Back then, we were young. It was summer, the sky was clear, and the breeze was warm.