Love And Other Words Pdf Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I was just wondering if that secret is still true.” “I.. no,” I said, denying it. Although I know that I shouldn’t be lying to her, I don’t regret it fully. Partly because I’m not lying completely. I don’t just have a crush on him, I love him. There’s a difference between liking and loving. “You know there’s a difference between lying to others and lying to yourself,” Sapphire said, turning to look at me. I stared into her sapphire blue eyes and let the light of entering into the space sparkle them. “I’m not lying to anyone. Not even to myself.”

I step out of the car and approach slowly, fingers tracing the engraved letters: “Olivia Kingsley, beloved daughter, wife and mother, always in our hearts.” I kneel, resting my hands on the cool stone. A bouquet of fresh lilies, her favorite, rests against the base. I had picked them up on the way here, the soft fragrance a small comfort amidst the storm in my chest.

I have been loved in ways that called themselves love and were something else entirely. This is what love actually does, it sits across a desk and reads fourteen pages of your handwriting and says yes with the weight of something that needs no qualification. I go back to the writing.

“Don’t do that to me. Ever again.” I blinked at him, surprised by the emotion in his voice. He reached forward, his fingers gently brushing a damp strand of hair from my cheek. Then he leaned in and brought his lips to mine. He kissed me very gently. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine. “I love you, Emily.” My heart stopped. Those four words, finally said it. I didn’t speak. I just let myself breathe him in. Because at that moment, I forgot about my anger and focused on those words. “I love you Emily.” And somehow, I knew he meant it.

He knew he could take you there, and that I, for my part, would only shout across the widening gulf in a language you'd come to fear. The pen inscribed the paper, making its mark. I love you. The words stood alone, naked and unadorned. They weren't crying. They were a fact, naked and barren as a headstone. I love hearing you when you are explaining to me some hard business problem, the way your mind wrangles order out of disorder. I love the substance and gravity of you on this earth. I love the memory of you napping in a chair in the library, a ledger across your knees, full, with exhaustion from building a future for my impossible. I loved our life. I loved the world that we built, the one

Now the result is coming before him for his carelessness towards his body. . . . . . . . Love. Four letters word. Yet enough power to turn a normal life upside down. It never differentiates between poor-rich, ugly-beautiful, cast-religion, male-female, or so on. It gives the same amount of joy, suffering, emotions, tingles, pain, hopes, tears, smiles, and meaning to their life whoever becomes its prey. What we can do to save ourselves from this, it happens without any warning, without any notice, and hit you at your weak spot.

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

And I find myself drowning in them. "What matters to me is you. I just know that I love you. And I want you in my life. I want to grow old with you. I want to walk hand in hand near the seaside and enjoy the shores of the sea with you in summer, I want to enjoy the hot spring with you and make snowmen in winter, and I want to enjoy the cherry blossoms with you in spring. I don't know what you are, and I don't even care at all. I didn't fall in love knowing you. I just fell in love….. Ummm, the moment your eyes met mine. Love is magic. It doesn't need any logic. It's just happened. We don't even realize it when we fall in love. But it's a pure thing. Not everyone is destined to have true love

he says, his voice full of longing. Once, I would have loved to hear him say that. Once, the words would have meant the world to me. But now…now it is all different. I hold up my hand and tell him to come no closer. “Kaden, love is not what you think it is. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”

Instead of screaming hysterically at him, I just looked at him calmly and presented him with divorce papers. "Are you still insisting on lying to me? Or rather, are you still trying to lie to yourself? You're the one who said you didn't mind I had an ex-boyfriend, then you turned around and told other people that you thought that was gross. "Just admit it. You're tired of me," I said, prying his fingers off my clothes one by one. "Do you really love me, Xavier?" I continued. "Not even your father could be loyal to your mother. Do you really think you'd be any different? You managed to con everyone into believing your act—even yourself."