Ilove You Since 1892 Novels & Stories

Edwards looked straight at her and asked, in a petulant voice , "Yes, I love you." I loved you when I first met you. At that time, I thought I was only temporarily interested in you, not in love. But when I haven't seen you for a month, I miss you so much, so I'm sure I've loved you ever since. Lilly said all her feelings for him in the past. Edwards was very happy to hear her say that. He kissed her lightly on the lips, like a dragonfly gliding past. -

I could feel her heart hammering under my hand, wild and uneven, like it didn’t know whether to run or stay. “Don’t say that,” she whispered, a lone tear escaping her eyes. “It’s true,” I said, reaching out as I wiped the tear with my thumb. “I’ve loved you since before I understood what that word meant. I have loved you from the second you stood in that auditorium debating me about free speech. I have loved you through every year we were apart and I love you now, even as you hate me.” “Grayson,” she whispered, shivering as she tugged her wrist from under my grip. “I’m out of the contract now. It’s over. You can’t hold me here anymore.”

The version she'd been earning in small pieces since October. She took his face in both hands. Thumbs along his jaw, a scar under her left thumb. "I have been in love with you," she said, "since at least August. Since the inside cover of the book, I thought I was writing about someone else." She kept her hands on his face. "Since the phone call, probably, if I'm being honest. Since I lay in the dark listening to you breathe and couldn't make myself hang up." She looked at him. "I'm saying it now so the record is accurate. I love you. That's the actual thing."

And they talked about the future—the dreams, the hopes, the life they were building together. "When I think about where we started," Lisa said, "I can't believe we're here." Kilan pressed a kiss to her hair. "Neither can I. But I'm grateful every single day." She looked up at him, her eyes bright. "I love you, Kilan. I've loved you since I was sixteen. I'll love you until I'm old and gray." He smiled, his heart full. "And I'll love you until the stars burn out." --- The anniversary marked a turning point.

"Chandu, I hope you trust me enough, even after all these years, at least on one thing. I consider marriage a sacred bond. That is why, how much ever my heart longed to see you, I never tried to meet you again, not to disturb your blissful life, as you have finally found someone you could spend the rest of your life with. And I would never ever cross my line when I am with you since you are a married woman, no matter what happened between us, all those years ago." Aryan's words held so much pain and love that Chandni replied in a gush.

I dream of the day I shall return to you as your one true love. Forever yours, Will She read over each word several times. Finally, she pressed the precious paper to her heart one last time and unfolded the other letter. This one, it seemed, was a little worse for the wear, as he had not had time to put it in the envelope. Still, she was able to struggle through the words enough to make them out. August 9, 1861 My Dearest Cordia,

"We've been together since we were eighteen. We fell in love at first sight in front of the college library. You told me yourself you'd never marry anyone else. Twelve years... you can't just stop loving me! How can you just erase everything we had?" Watching him cry, a cold smirk touched my lips. "Yeah, twelve years," I said evenly. "But you seem to be forgetting something. All those past feelings? When you refuse to cherish them, and when I stop loving you, they just become useless garbage. I took my love back a long time ago. Right now, you mean absolutely nothing to me."

It was a sickness of love, and the cause of it was Ron. I was head over heels for him for ten years, and I never once complained about it.

She looked like someone who'd decided to jump off a cliff and was choosing to trust that she would fly rather than fall. "I love you," I said. "I've loved you since we were seventeen years old. I loved you when I married you for all the wrong reasons, and I loved you when I was too much of a coward to admit it. I loved you when I left, and I loved you every day we were apart." Mia's tears fell faster now, but she was smiling through them.

“God, I can’t believe you’re here. I can’t believe you remember. I can’t believe you’re giving me another chance.” “Believe it.” I smile. “Because I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses me then. Desperate and grateful and full of everything we’ve both been holding back. I kiss him back, pouring fifteen years of waiting and three weeks of pain and a lifetime of promises into it. When we pull apart, we’re both breathless. “I love you,” he whispers. “I’ve loved you since I was eight years old. I’ll love you until I’m eighty. Probably longer.”