I Wish We Were In Love Again 소설 & 이야기

“Let’s divorce” the first words, Xiara heard after coming back to her and her husband home. Her small face became pale like the skin color of bond paper, her trembling pale lips opened as she said in an almost a whisper tone, “Why do you want to divorce me? Am I not enough already?” she asked even though she already knew what was the reason behind this unexpected but imaginable event and also, why is she not enough. Her husband in paper, true dream lover or can be called his white moonlight in his youth, finally came back to Imperial Capital City Q, why did she still ask such a stupid question when she already knew?

Alicia could hear it in his voice now, how much he loved calling her name. “I love you, Alicia.” He wasn’t hiding his feelings anymore. He kept kissing her and telling her he loved her numerous times. Alicia replied in a shaking voice. “I love you, too.” Before, when she didn’t know that Ivan retaiTed his past life memories as well, Alicia vowed that she would not fall for him in this marriage again. She would keep her heart locked to him. However, her resolve quickly crumbled to pieces. Her heart ached again. She soon noticed that her eyes and ears kept following him once more. She tried justifying herself by saying that the Ivan now was completely different from the Ivan of her past life.

I want to shout at someone hoping that the video gets stopped. ‘Hey Karthik! Happy birthday, best friend. I want to give you a gift. Actually, I wish to ask a gift from you. I really like you, Karthik. Will you be my boyfriend? I know this is shocking and all, but I felt that you too like me all this time, but it got stronger when yesterday you said I am the most important person in your life. We are very compatible, and I am sure we will rock together and who knows, maybe even get married like you used to tell me all these years whenever a topic regarding marriage come out even though teasingly. Marriage is a long matter, but dating is not that long. So will you?’

"Hailey, I want to thank you for saving me earlier. I appreciate that you realized the need to let me know that Dad was coming home. Mitchell and I are not 'lovers' but I think I'm in love with the guy. We did do some serious petting tonight, but nothing below the waist. I am not on the pill, and I'm sure he'd be an incredible lover.

"Exactly! They are couple goals!" I sigh dreamily. "I suddenly want to fall in love again." "I can make that happen."

he had pleaded, taking her hands in his, but that didn't last a second. "l will never have another baby with you, Desmond. I don't love you anymore. My love for you has expired. You are just too weak and lacking in so many ways. You won't let go of your past and focus on us. You hang yourself onto your past, Desmond. I can't deal with that anymore "

So why was I feeling like this? The chorus of idontwannabeyouanymore erupted from my phone. I hadn't even realised the song was playing, I closed my eyes as Billie Eilish sang: If I love you was a promise, Would you break it if you're honest? Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before. I don't wanna be you anymore.

“I should take you home now.” “Forget,” she whispered. I nodded in agreement, but I felt tied up. I didn't want to forget what just happened between us, about the kiss we shared moments ago. I didn't want to forget this girl and have her regret what we just had.

A silhouette stepped into the light. Ethan. Alive. Bruised, bloodied, but standing. His eyes glowed with something cold and unrecognizable. “She’s right,” he murmured. “This was never about love. It was about loyalty.” My knees gave way, but Liam caught me before I hit the ground. My tears fell freely now, hot against my cheeks. “You’re all insane,” I whispered. “You’ve all lost your minds.” Ethan’s smile was hollow. “Maybe. But we’re finally telling the truth.”

We weren’t anything more than old friends, right? Then why the hell did it feel like something in me had shifted? And why did I want to do it again? I let out a sharp breath and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. Opening W******p, I scrolled to a contact labeled Paul. Isla. I typed quickly. "I had a great time. I wish we could do it again." The message sent. A minute passed. Then another. I nearly jumped when the reply came in. "No. We can’t do that again. Ever, ever, ever again. It was a mistake."