Ilove You Since 1892 Novels & Stories

My heart fluttered at his words. "I love you too Warren Laurent, my beloved husband," I whispered. Then, there in the unauthorized part of the Palace of Versailles we kissed surrounded by art and history. In a month, we spent our days being with each other. We did everythimg that we could do to maximize our experience.

Jayden smiled and stroked the picture lightly,“ You know what Alicia? I met a fatty today. Don't ask me if I like her cause I don't. She's rude, ugly well maybe a little pretty and she's chubby. I wish you were here right now. You could have met her and maybe liked her. I miss you alot bestfriend. Do you miss me too?” He stopped, tears clogging his throat. “I couldn't save you that day Alicia and I regret it everyday of my life. You were right. I don't love you. I've never loved you. I don't have a place in my heart for love. But you were my best friend. You were always there for me. At least I could have saved you for Sammy. She's always crying...” He continued mumbling until he gradually f

Alyssa corrected giving a wrak smile "long time ago, briefly" "This is a joke right ?" Alyssa smiled weakly, she wished it was a joke but it wasn't , she wished it was a dream but it wasn't when Alyssa didn't reply, Willow asked " but when..how?" "Three years ago, while I was still in college, I was going to tell you all but every thing happened so fast, We came to our senses a couple of hours later" "you were only married for a couple of hours?" Alexa asked "yes" she chuckled, "we realized we made a mistake and we flied fot annulment, haven't seen each other until a week ago"

It was the kind of ring that trusted itself. He lowered himself onto one knee. The garden went completely still. "Tamsin Ward." "Leo." "I have loved you since I was a teen. I have loved you through every year we were apart and every year we were in the same room and every difficult, confusing, painful year in between. I have loved you when you were angry with me, and when you were right to be angry with me, and when you told me, directly, to go away and stop existing near you."

Irene was visibly shocked, her voice trembling as she questioned Adam, "How did you get this? I recognize this handwriting; it's from when I was a child." Adam, now seated once more, watched Irene closely, gauging her reaction. He wore a contemplative expression as he began to explain the significance of the aged paper. "Fifteen years ago, Irene, during the tumultuous period when we were bound by the arrangement of our families, we encountered each other in a forest. It was there, amidst the towering trees and the whisper of leaves, that I fell in love with a little girl named Irene Chamomile."

Simply. And in the evening, we'll find each other again. On this terrace. Looking at the stars. Telling each other I love you. Telling each other thank you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for holding on. Thank you for choosing love, in spite of everything. I take her hand. I lift it to my lips. "Tara?" "Yes?" "I love you. Since always. For always." She smiles. That smile that has made my heart beat faster for twenty years.

Your hand brushes mine And a thousand sensations seduce me ‘coz I… I still remember the first time she told me she loves me. It was way back third year in college in front of the university gate. I’ve been pursuing and dating her for years before she could finally say it back. “I love you.” I can still remember how I felt that day. All the emotions I thought I wasn’t capable of having live on…until today. Until now…’till this very moment. I do cherish you for the rest of my life. You don’t have to think twice.

"As long as it's you, I can accept anything and everything." He pulled me over to the cornerstone by the front door. There was a small line etched into it—Maisie Barton and Caleb Walker's Home, 5/20/2019. The inscription was six years old, and though weathered by wind and rain, it remained clear. "My feelings for you have never changed. I only hate that I wasn't brave and resolute enough, leading to me almost losing you. I still love you deeply, Maisie. Will you be with me?"

I sob, afraid that he’s going to leave my side again. “That’s it. Let’s stop apologizing to each other now... I-I... I love y-you, Claire. I haven’t told you that before you leave and I know that I’ll regret it again if I didn’t tell you that phrase right now. I love you, ever since I saw you standing in the pouring rain that night in front of the school. I’ve been loving you since that day and until now... Two years had passed but nothing changed. I’m still into you. I love you so much. Please, don’t leave me again, wife.”

The first time I said "I love you" to her was during our honeymoon. We were in a café by the beach when it started raining, and in that moment, everything felt magical—the most magical moment of my life. The words came out so spontaneously, so naturally, as if they’d been waiting forever to be said.