Love Him More Than He Loves Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I pressed on, this time I was peeling the back of a banana. "Oh my goodness, how did I ever get to know you?" He muttered annoyed. I threw the peel on him and nodded. "It's still a miracle" I added and we both smiled at each other. I pictured myself as a queen with many suitors trying their very best to be my groom, but this one man wouldn't give up, I was yet to know if he would win my heart at last. "Snap out of it, I won't" he suddenly said. Was Jimmy reading my mind.

What I felt at that time was something I don't wish to repeat again. "Wow. That is quite a story. Steph, I know that you are still hurt by what that jerk did to you, but I promise not to put you on the same experience. I love you with all of my heart and would like to spend the rest of my days with you. This I know for sure that it is you that I love. I know you might feel uncomfortable being with me and having so many rivals since they all throw themselves at me, but I want you to know that I love you. I have never felt this way before with anyone, not even my former girlfriend.

He smiled at her his eyes sparkling with love. "I love you more Love. I love you the most." Both completey unaware of the storm coming their way....

He choked. "Then why do you feel odd when I show my love towards you? Why can't you believe that I love you too in the same way? All this question of who deserves what... it doesn't make any sense. When we love someone, we love them with all their flaws and all their virtues. Please don't say such things again." Damini looked away from him and sucked on her lower lip, trying to control her tears.

I can't get enough of his love. **********************************************

he's serious and made me fall and fall for him even more. I love you more, my man.

To fix us. "Chris—" I strive to speak. "Sleep", he puts his palm over my eyes. "I love you" "I love you—" I can't utter the words I have always added. More. I love you more. Now it makes me question if I could ever love him more than he loves me. "More", he whispers and I feel him giggling. He digs his face into my neck again and his hot breath fills my chest. I close my eyes and my body relaxes, melts and soothes in his tender grip.

I grab a petal from a flower on the window sill, doing the worse thing ever for my mental health. The he loves me not. I love to torture myself. Yes, I do. "He loves me." "He loves me not. " "He loves me. " "He loves me not. " The final petal says he loves me but I toss it because he's an asshole, so it doesn't matter if he loves me.

he said and sighed. “Does that mean you love her more?” I asked . “No my love , Of course I love you , I love you than any woman I had ever been with, I love you beyond the stars.” As he said this words, a star shot across the sky and I leaned to kiss this man I loved with my soul. It was like every other kiss we both shared, with a touch of magic and falling stars.

I whisper again, hugging him tightly, trembling in his lap. He holds me, feeling me tremble against him. “I love you more,” he whispers against my hair. “I love you more than the ocean loves its waves. More than the trees love their roots, their struggle to hold fast against storms. More than the stars love the night sky, scattered and eternal. I love you more than the world loves its fragile heartbeats, its broken, fleeting moments. You are mine, Rose… more than anything has ever been mine, and I will never let you go.”