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Because for some reason… it didn’t feel wrong. Ava is not like anyone else in my world. She doesn’t flatter me, doesn’t squirm under my stare, doesn’t treat me like a prize to be won. She carries herself with quiet defiance, even when she tries to hide it. And that night at the gala, when I asked her to tell me one true thing about herself, she said she hated pity. The way she said it, like it was a confession she had never shared with anyone.

“Do you know what I want?” “What exactly do you want?” I asked, frowning. He smiled. “I heard you like flowers.” “Step on every thorn… and come to me.” His voice thundered. As long as I remained his wife, the torment would never end. I stepped forward. The thorns pierced my feet. Blood flowed, but I said nothing. I endured every step until I reached him. He looked down at my bleeding legs and grinned. For a moment, I thought he would feel remorse.

"Shane, I'm sure Nat didn't mean to do this. She probably just loves you too much. You should try to understand her. After all, she comes from a poor family. She doesn't have money, let alone love." I couldn't hold back my laughter any longer. "You're wrong. I don't want his love anymore."

Snow stood up and read aloud, "life gets lonely when you're alone. O'er the years and time it fades. Verily, life is a journey not to be journeyed alone. Everlasting passion is yours if ye reach." "Alright class," Patricia called, "what spell is it?" "A love spell." They chorused. Patricia nodded, "and after the acrostic weave we have the ekphrastic weave, this form is more clearer than the rest as you have only to simply state what you want. But then, such lucidity requires an awful lot of connection, in other words it isn't widely used. An example please." Inara stood, "I need a guide." "What spell is that?" Asked Patricia.

even if he wants to kill she was ready for that too but she will not compromise to live with him. But her destiny was not what she thought.... she stared blankly at the bodyguards in front of her who blocked her path. Daniel walked forward and handed over his phone: "madam, a call from Sir .." ... ... Love can't be described. It has no shape, it has no form. Love is not an object. Love does not conform. Love enters our lives The moment we are born. From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle

Just because your partner does not do or say the same thi it does not mean that you are not loved enough. Look, every single person is different. People have their way to express their love, care, and gratitude. Don’t judge your partner with their lens. A million couples can have a million ways to love, and they all might be equally in love. Love can be that flexible. Love can be that unique. There is no perfect way to love. There is no rule. There is no definition. Love is wild. Love is stupid. Love is wrong. Love is love. So if you are happy, if your heart is happy, and if your soul is happy, then you are living a perfect love story with a perfect person. What others are doing does not mat

Finally, when Natalie married another man, she thought that her chance had come, yet she failed because of Zoey. No one could understand that kind of hatred... She was already on the verge of collapse, but now Natalie still stopped her like this. When she got angry, she shouted, "How many years do you think I've liked him? I won't give up..." "Love is not something that can be decided by how long you like it. If he loves you, it happens in a glance. If he doesn't love you, no matter how hard you try, you will never let him fall in love with you."

KitKat sarcastically, also a little ridiculous. "Ban, what is love?" "Love in my eyes, which is to let the other side understand me, is also a kind of indescribable tenderness, isn't it? Deeply imprinted on the heart and into the bones and marrow, even without saying a word, even if it's thousands of trees away from me? So, hearts are still together, never apart."