I Love I Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

I love you are three words that come at the thought of you. I love you, are simple but sweeter that all things I love you is the only way to show what is true. When I say 'I love you'. please don't take it lightly. Because I love you. I can see in the dark brightly. Though it seems impossible. I love you feels nice." he is literally in verge of tears all he wants is a single chance to get her back in his life and he wants to prove that he is changed for her love

I Just hope that our love for each other really does last forever . "I Love you Lena ,I. love you more than I could ever have imagined .I never thought that after being Betrayed by friendship and even family I could still meet someone that can love me more than I have even loved myself . This is just something that I never thought could happen . "I just don't want to disappoint my best friend ,you know you are my sister, the one I never had ,I just wished that you would stay with me forever . I Love you Lena , thank you for supporting me and staying with and sacrificing everything for me even with my comings that I have .

She smiles, snuggles closer and I put my hands around her. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you more.’ ‘I love you so much.’ ‘I love you so much more.’ ‘I love you so freaking much.’ ‘I love you so freaking much more.’ Yes, we are silly and we like saying these things to each other. We are in love and we are allowed to be like that. People who are not in love can just

Inside and out. “I want you, Neil. I want you.” I sighed, wrapping my hands around his shoulders to melt myself into him. “I love you.” I whispered, willing it with all my might to be so. I did not want to deceive or lie to Neil. I loved him, just like I always have. But I wanted to fall in love with him so bad, that I was ready to say it till it fills my soul. “I love you, Neil.”

His actions louder. “I love you too, Amelia.” He says the words as if he’s afraid I’ll break. Or perhaps he’s worried he will. “I know I shouldn’t,” he adds, his voice a deep rumble against me. “I really fucking shouldn’t, because love is a bitch.” I have to smile at that, because he’s not wrong. Love is a bitch. But it’s also beautiful and strong. It’s surprising and sweet. It’s an enigma and a mystery.

Her spot-on observation was unnerving. She shook her head. “Of course I do. That’s the thing about being famous. Everyone gets on your business like ants to sugar.” She gulped from her mug of tea and licked her lips. “You are a Herringbone. That makes things worse for you. Ok, I know you have a girlfriend who you proposed to last month. Engagement party is set for early March. Your favorite restaurant is the Filler Flay in Scotland. You love Opera and swim as a hobby.”

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.

Lucas said softly, and Heidi stared at him, shocked. She couldn’t believe her ears. She thought she wasn’t hearing right. “Are you saying…you are in love with me?” She stammered. Lucas chuckled, reached out and touched her hair. “I’ve always been in love with you, Heidi. Ever since I started learning how to spell, and how to change my own panties.” Heidi laughed, and wiped the little tears coming out if her eyes. “You are in love with me? But why did we remain best friends since all these years?”

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!

Internally delighted, he said to her, "Tell him I'll be taking on classes if he treats you right. Of which he better, or I'll grill his ass." He traced her swollen lips with his thumb, fighting the urge to plunge on them again. "I've wanted a ton of harm to you, I can't deny that, but never have I wanted you to not exist. It's been a tough time hating you. The toughest time even. It's crazy how despite all that I still can't help loving y..." He paused. "I still can't help loving to hate you so dam' much. I know I hurt you by stealing your first kiss. The hurt is the only part I apologize for, but not for the kiss, because while I stole your first," his blue orbs still glued on her lips. "Yo