Imagine Being Loved By Me Novels & Stories

Awesome! So after I met you for the first time in a shopping mall and you made me look at you like someone who had seen the Queen of England, I feel something for you. A dark cold feeling that i freely call love. I get addicted, always take longer walks back home just to see your cute face in your mother's restaurant. I think of you every night and pray that God makes you the mother of my children. I direct all my energy towards you. I am in love with you so I think. That is when my addiction starts. That is when I start to desire you so much to the point I can't think of anyone apart from you. Yes, you!

Today, I stand before you, my heart brimming with joy and gratitude, ready to make promises that will guide us on this incredible journey together. I vow to cherish and adore you, to respect and honor you, for you are not just my imani but the keeper of my heart. With you, I've discovered a love deeper and more profound than I ever imagined possible. I promise to be your steadfast support in every chapter of our life, to be the rock upon which you can always lean. In the darkness of our world, I will be your unwavering light, guiding you through the shadows and into the embrace of our shared dreams.

I imagined a scenario where Bruno's heart would awaken to the depth of my feelings, where their connection would transcend the confines of being mere stepsiblings. In my reverie, I envisioned moments of shared laughter, stolen glances that held the promise of a love that defied the constraints imposed by the world. The tenderness in his touch would no longer carry the weight of detachment; instead, it would be an affirmation of a love that dared to defy societal expectations.

"When you're not around, it feels like the colors are less vibrant, the world less interesting. It's like I'm seeing everything in grayscale. But when you're here, it's like the world comes alive. You bring color to my world, you make everything seem brighter, more beautiful." He moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Your passion, your creativity, your spirit... they've enchanted me. You've become more than just a friend or a colleague. You've become my muse, my inspiration. And somewhere along the way, I realized that it wasn't just admiration or respect. It was love. I love you, and it's a love that's deep, profound, and all-consuming."

How I loved being invisible. I love being in my own world. I loved that I didn't pretend to be someone else to be liked by others. As a matter of fact, I didn't care what other people thought of me. I had a solid idea of who I was. I didn't need people to clap for me, I didn't need anyone to tell me that I am beautiful.

he asked, feeling bitter “I didn’t want to strain your relationship “Do you think I will let anyone bully you just because they think they are above everyone else? Let them try to make things difficult for you. I will deal with them without holding back,” he said angrily. I felt his love for me. The warmth that I felt in my heart was purest.

I clung to him, feeling every emotion, every sensation with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming. As we made love, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only us, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing a moment of pure connection. I felt cherished, adored, and most importantly, loved. It was a love that healed old wounds and gave me strength for the battles to come.

he added quietly. And then— “I love you too, baby.” His words wrapped around me like a blanket on the coldest day, washing over the ache in my chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, my racing heartbeat slowed, and I let myself believe, even just for a moment, that maybe we could still be okay.

I just happen to be in the centre. For the first time since my mother was alive, I actually feel safe and loved unconditionally. I finally feel like nothing can hurt me, that nothing bad can touch me. I breathe in the intoxicating scent of all 3 of my mates and sigh, "I love all of you!"

It would see more. What would it feel like to have someone look at me with love and admiration? To be wanted, to be chosen, to be loved. Maybe it would happen. Maybe one day, the Moon Goddess would look down at me and decide I suffered enough.