I'm Not Gonna Write You A Love Song Novels & Stories

" Rowen replied with a smile like seriously he is too good, he almost blow my mind away. "You're good, permit me to add Mr perfect to your name," I said with a smile. "I'm not perfect, I compose the song right now for you and you aren't talking about the song," he said with a frown. "That's because love songs aren't for me" I replied and yes, I dispersed love songs, since I made up my mind to become a fûcker. "Why can't you just free your heart to love?" Rowen ask. "Rowen, let's talk about something else please" I replied with a frown "Alright I respect your decision," he said.

Beatrice's POV The letter read; Beatrice, I don't know how to say these things to your face. Every time I try, what comes out is an order or something cruel I don't mean, and by the time I realize what I've done, you're already gone. So I'm writing it instead, because paper doesn't flinch when I get it wrong.

It was the lyrics of one of his songs, made physical, and scented by crushed rose petals. He rolled to the side, holding her hips to his so that he stayed within her, and they lay, limbs tangled, holding each other. He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Em…” he murmured. “I love you. Not just as my friend, not just because we have spent most of our lives together, but, because I… I don’t know how to live without you. When you are not with me, I… think about you constantly. When I write my songs, it is you I am writing them for, who I am writing the lyrics about.”

Lilly put. " She sure is," Gina added laughing. I'm not in love So don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up Don't get me wrong, Don't think you've got it made I'm not in love I'm not in love like to see you But then again That doesn't mean you mean that much to me So if I call you Don't make a fuss Don't tell your friends about "the two of us" I'm not in love, no no,

"Anything else?" "The last thing I need in here is a clause saying that if either party develops feelings that may lead to love, they must immediately end the contract," I say, looking him straight in the eye. A small amused smile appears on his face and he says, "We don't need that in writing. Neither of us will fall in love. I know I won't and you've already made me make this promise verbally."

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "I am not a person who believes in love at first sight, I am not a person who will love you for your appearance, It's true I crave for love, But i am not an idiot to forget all pain" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

She looks right at me through the glass, like she can see past every defense I’ve built. “Don’t apologize for writing love songs,” she says. “Don’t minimize it. You’ve earned the right to sing about something good.” My breath catches. I nod slowly. “Okay.” Ty grins. “And tell Gio we said thanks.” I groan. “Oh my God.” Serena laughs. “Ignore him.” But I can’t fully ignore it, because as mortifying as the joke was, it also cracked something open in me. For so long, love has felt like something I wasn’t allowed to keep. Like the universe would snatch it away the second I got too comfortable.

'𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢.𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚙� ��𝚐𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜.𝙻𝙾𝙻.

Listen--" "You're just like them! You people have no heart! I have seen it-- I worked and worked and worked! I'm left with no other hobby but sing and that isn't a hobby anymore either! I sing not because I want to but because I have to-- That's not how it works! I can't write happy songs anymore! You know why-- Because I'm not happy! Millions of people love me, huh! It won't take long for them to hate me after this.

Aaron stopped his steps and then looked at Irene with a frown on his forehead, “Hey, you think I'm gay? Of course, I'm attracted to girls." Irene laughed as she nudged Aaron's arm and said, "I'm just kidding. But I sometimes wonder why it's so difficult for you to open your heart; is it difficult for you to fall in love? Or do you have a love belief issue?" "I just haven't met the right woman yet," Aaron said as he walked into his room. Irene couldn't help but laugh as she walked back to her room. When Aaron entered his room, he sat in his chair and began staring at the flowers he had received the day before. Aaron kept the flowers on a table where he kept important files.