Romans & histoires I Love You

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"I Love You." Damn...

"So that whenever we shared these intimate moments, I would always feel that I have fallen in love with you over and over again. Like how I first fell in love with you." Kane's gaze was soft. He brought my hand to his lips. "Mmh. I like that way too. I want you to fall in love with me every day." Ah. It feels so great to have your love reciprocated. I do really like Kane so so much. I think Kane could see it in my eyes as well. "Did you remember that time when I said I would answer differently?" Kane suddenly opened a topic. "Hmm?" I tried to recall what he said.

, said Abhay in a low yet filled with angry. “Come down Emily I might forgive you for the bullshit you are pulling, but remember I will never love you, I will never love a girl like you who do plotting behind others girls. You tried to take my life, my love, my everything while forcing Mia to breakup with me.”, Abhay shouted while pointing his finger at Emily. “Why, why can’t you remember me Abhay, I was the one whom you loved, you promised me that you will never leave me and now you even don’t remember me Abhay. Tell me what should I do?”, Emily said while crying.

“Tell me, baby” “I love you”

“You have nothing to fear as long as I’m here. I will love you till the end of times.” **** THE END ****

"I love you so fucking much." And I did.

yes sure " " I love you too adhya even more than you can imagine "

I mumbled. "I love you, too"

Fear came naturally after that. Control became everything. Control meant predictability. Clean decisions. No surprises. It helped me forget the chaos Rose and her sister dragged into our world. Almost. There was one memory that refused to fade. Zena. Even thinking her name tightened something in my chest. Years had passed, yet her face remained sharp in my mind, her voice lingering in memories I never invited back. It irritated me more than I wanted to admit. I never figured out what she had been to me. Love felt too soft for something that unsettled me this deeply. Hate felt dishonest. Attraction felt too small for the weight she carried inside my head.