Romans & histoires Love Again

Me- I'm I salty? Love- Yep in a sweet way. Me- my heart, lol. Wanna hang out? Love- unfortunately I can't. Me- Why not? Love- feeling numb all over. Me- what? Why? Should I come over. Love- No need. Mum burnt our kitchen. We've been at it for a while now. I'll sleep it off. Me- hmm you sure you're ok? Love- Yup Darling Pringles. Me- bye love. Love- bye love.

Their love, illuminated by the moon's soft glow, was a testament to the power of enduring devotion. As the world outside slept, the couple shared the most profound of moments—the knowledge that love, when pure and enduring, had the power to transform lives and leave a legacy that could last for generations. Their love story, like the garden they had danced in, was an eternal reminder of the beauty of love, the power of connection, and the celebration of life's most precious moments.

The decision to embrace a future together, unburdened by the shadows that had kept us apart, marked the beginning of a healing journey—a journey that promised redemption and the rekindling of a love that had never truly died. In the gentle breeze that whispered through the city's streets, I felt a sense of renewal—a rebirth of the love that had once flourished in the shadows of uncertainty. The tears that welled in my eyes were not borne of sorrow but of the overwhelming gratitude for the second chance that stretched out before us like an open road.

and playfully added, “Say, 'I love you more,' cool.” With a smile, I teased back, “I love you more, cool,” and in that simple exchange, a spark of warmth ignited between us, a promise that love could be a beacon in our journey through grief. The strength of our connection became the anchor that would guide us through the storm, and in those moments, I found solace in the love we shared, a love that could withstand even the darkest of times.

We went from seeing each other every day to once every three months. Yet, every time he came back from a business trip, he would come home first and bring me a flower. And I would make him a simple bowl of noodle soup, just like I used to when we were kids. That day was just like any other. I made the noodles and waited for Felix to come home. I waited and waited, but instead, I got a call from the hospital. Time no longer mattered to Felix. Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20.

better than anyone. ************ Hey loves, 💗 I'm officially back and really sorry for not updating for so long. 🥺Life keeps messing with me a lot. But hoping to keep showing up 🍁

Bowie POV My eyes shot open. The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself. "Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper. "I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."

her. Rowan gave a soft, humorless chuckle, like he could sense my thoughts. "I know what you’re thinking," he said. "But love doesn’t always make sense, Claire. Sometimes it’s quiet, like a slow burn. Sometimes it’s wild, something that sweeps you up before you even realize it’s happening. And sometimes..." His lips pressed together, as if debating his own words. "Sometimes, love is simply finding someone who makes the loneliness disappear, even just for a little while."

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

He repeated the words over and over again, finishing with expressing the depths of the love that he had for me. Instead of being filled with elation upon hearing his words of devotion, I remained heavy hearted. What had just happened? This was not the romantic rendezvous that I’d envisioned when I set out to contact him after work. How could things go so wrong? I looked up the alley to see if anyone witnessed what we’d just done. Relief poured forth when I saw no one.