Loathe Is It Really You Novels & Stories

Loveth sobs gently " I honestly love you Loveth , you have to believe me . Just give me a chance to explain ." He held her hand again but she slaps it off again " you know what all this while , I never loved you . I just felt I needed to go on with the wedding because I have not been sincere to you , even when I was not a bit interested in you , As it is now , we are equal , I mean no one is at lost so I guess I have to call off this wedding . Early in the morning I will publicly declare it over . "

, even though I am in a lot of pain, I can't see him hurt, I just love him so much, no matter, what he does to me, I can never hate him or hurt him, once I already enough, when he started to move as he kissed my neck and told "I *thrust* love *thrust* you *thrust* so much *thrust* Anna! *thrust* never *thrust* leave me *thrust* again, *thrust* I can *thrust* never think *thrust* about living *thrust* a life *thrust* without you! *thrust* I can never *thrust* give you *thrust* to anyone, *thrust* even that Allen *thrust* Anna".

Why call her anything else when she has a name so beautiful? Every day I find myself more in love in with her. Every day that passes by draws me closer to her. Over the last so many days that we have been talking, I have been meaning to ask her what I mean to her, if I do mean anything at all. I want to ask her whether she sees me as a potential boyfriend, but I will not, because I don’t believe in the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. These terms are too frivolous and are just used to introduce people. I believe more in the word ‘soulmate’. It makes so much sense. When you’re in love, it’s meant for life, isn’t it? If not, then what defines love? A cup of coffee shared together? A drink?

I want you destroyed like me, to have nightmares that won't let you sleep. I want to hurt you the way you hurt me. Oh god I am becoming a sadist like you, I fucking need to stop. ............................................ #Day 28. What is love? Love, the word sounds so foreign to my ears now. How can you be sure that you love someone or that someone loves you? What is the formula to measure it? Is it something that you can constantly fall in and out of? Or is it something more permanent? May be it's just a myth. Yes, this is what I have concluded.

I say honestly. "Hate you? I could never hate you. Tell me what's bothering you Marie." "Well. I don't want to think like this. I really don't. But recently I've been thinking that in reality you only truly fall in love with one person in your entire life and the rest of your lovers are just an illusion of love you have in your mind. You think you love them but you really don't. You care for them and love the idea of them or love them as a person but aren't

Lewis looked at me like I was stupid, "Are you kidding me? He has tied you to him for the rest of his life through that mark. Do you think he did that just for the fun of it? Of course, he loves you." "The bond isn't love-" "Whoa, hang on. It isn't always love at first sight, but you can feel that connection and need for your mate. But Lobo? He has loved you since he knew you were his mate. Trust me, I've spent years listening to him go on about you." "Really? But he's been jumping into bed with every woman he meets."

Fiona sheepishly shook her head, “I was just looking for an excuse, so I bought a drawing board but I don't know how to draw.” Paul Henry glanced at her, was silent for a moment, uttered a sentence: "You are so real, even when you want to lose yourself, you have to pretend to be some character." “……” Fiona looked at the soldier who looked more like a thug than the soldier in front of him, “I'm a mortal explorer, aren't you afraid to provoke me?”

Lorcan swallowed hard. "Do you think she is in my destiny?" Without her, there was a pricking in the winds. A dark loneliness was covering him. The destinations were getting lost in the paths. Every prayer of his had gone unheard now. He did not have what he wanted anymore. This life seemed so useless. Lorcan blinked at the diary in his palm. "Do you believe in love?" He asked as Rhys let out a deep sigh. "I did not in believed in so many things, yet it happened. Do you think it matters if we believe in love or not? Cause even hate can be called love when done with everything you have."

Avla, looking into Gideon's eyes, an abundance of emotion behind her own, said softly, "I love you. You know that, right?" Feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, Gideon responded with a depth of sincerity that matched her. "I love you too," he declared. Yet, within him, a storm of self-doubt and regret raged on. "I don't feel very lovable right now, though." His confession, raw and honest, revealed the inner conflict he faced, grappling with his decisions and the precarious situation they had found themselves in.

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