Ilove You Since 1892 Novels & Stories

She walked closer to where he was with tears on the brink of her eyelids. “I remember the day i fell in love with you which was about seven years ago and it was in a bar. Of all the places to meet the love of my life, ours was in a bar” He whispered and everyone chuckled. “But i’ve loved you every single day after that. You were my greatest gift and you even gave more to me” He looked to the twins and then back into her eyes. “I saw you seven years later and it was in that moment that i realized i'd never be the same again. I never understood true love until i met you Isa and you made me feel things i thought i was incapable of. You made me feel” He continued. “Leonardo get up” Her voice bro

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion. Then, I heard his voice. "I wish for the same."

He looked up. And she has seen it in his eyes before he said a single word. That thing that had never gone anywhere. That had survived the altar and the six months and the fourteen weeks of silence and every complicated broken thing that had happened between them. “I love you too,” he said. “I’ve loved you since our second year of being together, when you argued so much with me for almost an hour about the perfect way of making jollof rice and still refused to admit how wrong you were.”

“You don't have to tell me that you love me just because you feel obligated to. I told you that I love you because I really do love you and—” "You don't understand Kayden." She cuts in, her fingers moving up and raking through her hair. "I really love you. I have always loved you from the moment I saw you for the first time in Literature Class back in college. I thought it was just a mere attraction that would die off. But then I kept on seeing you. Everywhere. In my head. At the coffee shop. And then at the library. Then at The Neons. . . . . ."

“And seeing you like that… seeing you hurt… it brings me the greatest pain.” His jaw tightened, but his gaze never wavered. “So I am here,” he said softly. “On my knees… pleading with you to be mine.” Tears welled in Jasmine’s eyes instantly. She blinked rapidly, trying to hold them back as she looked around again… at the candles, the petals, the music… like she needed to remind herself this was real. Then his voice reached her again. “Jasmine…” he said, her name falling from his lips like a prayer. “I love you. From the very day I saw you. I have loved you for more than eighteen years, cupcake.”

His hand finds mine in the dark, thumb tracing the rose-gold band that’s never come off since the day he put it there. “Remember when we thought forever might only be borrowed time?” he asks. “I remember deciding to spend every second like it was stolen,” I say. He turns me so we’re face-to-face, knees touching, the swing creaking softly beneath us. “I love you more now than I did the day I burned the contracts,” he says (same words he’s said every year on this night, but they never get old). “More than the day she was born. More than the day he was born. More than yesterday.”

He placed a kiss on each hand, each wrist… “Tell me that you are mine. That you will be my wife. I have loved you since I was 17. I have always loved you.” He continued to kiss my arms, each breast. “I have always been yours, please, Elaine, tell me that you’re mine.” I begin to weep as his kisses trail lower. He stops and brings his face back to mine. “Don’t cry, my love. Oh please tell me why. Did I ..” “No,” I nod. “You are right. I am yours. I’ve been yours since that first kiss in the cafe.”

She said nothing. "I love you," I said. Simply. The way things are simple when you've been carrying them for long enough that the weight of them has become familiar. "I have loved you since a summer dock and a rooftop and a phone that rang at exactly the wrong moment, and I have spent ten years building things that were partly about proving I didn't need you and partly about making sure that if the moment ever came, I could offer you something worthy of what you are...." I paused. "The moment is apparently midnight in a bedroom with rather poor timing on my part, but I find I can't wait any longer."

he called out softly, intertwining our hands together. “I Love You.” He professed, making me tense for a minute. “I’m so completely in love with you; I can’t tell when or how it happened, but I love you so much. I adore you; you’re a part of me. My heart aches for you, and I yearn for you every minute of the day. I am deeply in love with you, and if given another chance, a second chance to prove my love, I promise to make it worth it.”

"I can tell by the way you said my name." "I am going to say something I should have said a year ago," I said. "In this clearing. Instead of what I said." She was quiet and I felt her waiting and I said, "I have loved you since before I understood what loving someone actually meant. Since before the bond. Since before the ceremony. Since the burial and the outer path and every version of you I have known since we were children. I loved you when I made the worst decision of my life and I loved you when I was telling myself I was making it for the right reasons and I have loved you every single day since and I am standing in this clearing telling you that because you deserve to hear it said pl