I Keep Breathing Love Novels & Stories

Fluttering without wind, fluttering today is to connect heart to heart Oh, I don't want to break love with you Oh, I don't want to break love with you I will keep looking at you like an eye be the picture of love I will keep looking at you like an eye be the picture of love stay in the shade of your arms become the fate of my breath, become the fate promise with you, don't break Oh, I don't want to break love with you Oh, I don't want to break love with you I have become the sound of your breath steal the softness of your lips I have become the sound of your breath steal the softness of your lips from the silken fire of your tears I want to burn the heart, burn the heart Don't break this rel

“I don’t think I heard that right.” “I love you,” I repeat, keeping my words clear and concise. “I love you so much that it completely overwhelms me. I don’t really understand it, but I know that…” I take a deep breath because my words no longer come out controlled. My voice quakes ever so slightly from the weight of what I’m confessing. “All I know is every time you leave a room, it feels like I can’t breathe. And then the moment you return, the air returns to my lungs, and I’m able to breathe again. You’ve always consumed my mind, but through the course of our time together…you now consume my heart, too.”

Fiona could feel Paul Henry's fingers going through her hair, imagining her hair circling his fingers, Fiona suddenly felt her heart beat abnormally fast. From time to time, his palm lightly touched her forehead, clearly just an absent-minded movement, but it was as if someone had stroked Fiona's lap with feathers, and her heart trembled slightly. Just as Fiona felt she might have a serious heart condition, Paul Henry's voice came from behind. "Alright." Paul Henry patted her on the head, "Look in the mirror." Fiona nervously picked up the mirror. “…Paul Henry, the nation is almighty…” Dear Motherland, I love you!

Leaving little love bites as he went. My grip on his hair tightened as he reach across my bare chest and suck at one of my nipple into his mouth while he rubbed and played with the other. Looking to me one last time and getting the permission he needed, he pop my pant button open and the rest was history as I let him take and love every inch of me over and over again while also becoming his, not just for tonight as we lay tangled with each other with moans and binding our bodies to each other but making a silent promise to myself, to always be his, always and forever and until my last breath.

When he spoke again, his voice was colder. “Go.” The word shattered what little strength I had left. I slid out of bed, my hands shaking as I dressed. Every movement felt surreal, like I was watching myself from the outside. I grabbed my bag, my sketchbook—the one thing that still felt like me. At the door, I paused. “I love you,” I said, my voice barely holding together. “I always will.” He didn’t turn around. “If we ever cross paths again,” he said quietly, “I won’t let you go.”

I ask myself that question many times I can't focus on any other thing except her. "Don't blame yourself, man, " I heard my brother's voice from inside the room, "you did whatever was in your hand so don't push the subject so far she moved on so why don't you? I know it's har-". "No-" I cut him off, "I want to know why she did this to me, I loved her more than my life, and she... She can't leave me like this she has to come back or else I will do anything to get her back doesn't matter what price I have to pay for her!"

“I want to come home, Tom. I was upset and freaked out. I handled it all wrong. I’m not used to thinking of anyone but myself. I was wrong.” “You were?” “Yes. Is it too late for us?” she asked sadly. I fisted my hands in her hair and pulled her to me and then I kissed her like she was the last breath of air in that tunnel. She didn’t hold back or hesitate to return my kiss. I pulled back and pressed my forehead against hers. “I feel like I can finally breathe again.”

’ Abby begin playing the instrument and sing “Just the Way You Are.” “My lovely Madam, I hope you like my rendition, Abby sigh. ‘Of course, I sincerely love it. You are way excellent than Bruno Mars.’ Debbie hold Abby’s hand and kiss it. “Thank you for everything Abby.” Debbie pulls her hand up and said, come on let’s dive in now to the pool and relax.

He asked. "Just please, just bring me back," I pleaded as I felt hot tears filling at the back of my eyes. He stopped walking and I wriggled my wrists from his grasp, but he's hold on me didn't falter. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. We're just going to talk and the kids can't hear us." Slowly, I started to hyperventilate as the trauma that Ivy caused me entered my system. "I-I c-can't breathe," I gasped as I slumped on the ground, my whole body weakening in the process.

I hold my daughter. I breathe.