Love Interest Meaning Novels & Stories

You never ever fell in love. ' I just knew.' Love and Like is a different word. Not only the spelling and pronounciation, but the meaning as well. But sometimes, people give different meaning aside from the real meaning. Yet no one knew what love really is. I may be dense or numb or mostly expressionless, but I am a person. I know how this feelings work and why do I feel them. Do I really like Gavin? or was it already Love? I don't want to fool myself saying that it's nothing because I know, there is something.

"I'm never carefree with my words." "Fine, less open about what's actually on your mind." I rephrased. "Either way, it causes headache to try and figure out what you mean to say when you are more cryptic and vague which is how you get when you're talking to someone you don't particularly have an interest in." "Ah, so, you're aware that I'm interested in you." "For whatever reason that might, yes. I'd have to be blind not to notice that. But then again, after today, it seems that the whole damn school is interested in me in some way shape or form."

Now think if the two are really lovers, it's well-matched! But anyway, Uri guessed he had a dozen followers, maybe lining up all over Los Angeles. Uri was a man but also admitted that Alex was indeed very attractive, not to mention his family or talent, only by appearance also enough for others to hug him day and night. Uri stared blankly at his large, sturdy back, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his chest. He didn't know how to describe this feeling... it was a feeling of security, sobbing, longing to possess something... or it could be... stir.

But then, I could read the emotion in every other person's eyes like crystal, especially Michelle's which seems to be competition. Like I said previously, there is a but. Hunter is that but. Hunter had made more looks to her this evening than anyone had, but no one seemed to notice. He was trapped in a discussion that he looked somewhat interested in, but it was like his mind needed to be somewhere else. He looked over to Jules once more and the look in his eyes raw and deep. Before we assume it's love. It is not!. Even I thought that could be the emotion existing within that man's chest, I realized it was not.

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

"Because! He would do or say anything to get what he wants. He wanted my location from you so he lied to you so you'll give it to him." "I'm not sure about that." She laughed. "He's a lying, manipulative jerk! I will never let him have sex with me." "He didn't say he wants to have sex with you Sophia, he said he wants to make love to you. There's a difference. One involves emotion while the other is purely based on lust." "They're still the same thing Lily!" "Not really. Making love is expressing his feelings and love for you through sexual activities. Like I said earlier, He's. In. Love. With. You. And he just wants to prove it to you."

"That sounds more like obsession than love. Do you even love her?" Alex stopped walking and looked at her. "Love? What is love?" She stopped and looked at him too. "I see, you don't even know the meaning of love." she clicked her teeth and continued walking so did he. "Love is a feeling. An emotion. A sweet emotion you have towards someone. It means taking this person as your second half. Ready to do anything for this person. You are always happy whenever you are with this person. Doing anything for this person. Infact, there are lot of good feelings that comes with love." she said and frowned.

Love is considered to be both positive and negative, with its virtue representing human kindness, compassion, and affection, as “the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another. It also has its vice representing human moral flaw, akin to vanity, selfishness, and egotism, as potentially leading people into a type of mania or obsessiveness. This diversity of uses and meanings combined with the complexity of the feelings involved makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, compared to other emotional states.

It would seem somehow if she's drinking and I'm not. I had asked her if she was in love with Jeff since Jeff had already told her that he was not ready to get married….. so he doesn't want to play with her feelings. She had quietly thought about what answer she could give me….. and finally the word 'Maybe' left her mouth. It's indeed obvious from her response that she doesn't love him. Love is different from lust. Love is the transaction that we are hardwired to desire. We present the right amount of desirable traits, boom...... We can either turn it ON or turn it Off.

"I don't even want to know him. I've come to realize with time that if he really wanted to know me and be around me during my early stages of growing up, he would have tried to contact us." She sniffled, making me realize that she had been crying. I sat up, "are you crying?" "I'm sorry, I'm just being stupidly emotional right now." I tried not to cry too, and she composed herself soon enough. "I want to be a part of your life now, your love interests, the things you love and... Just anything that you'll tell a best friend" "Doesn't love interest and the things you love mean the same thing?" She chuckled, "quite, but love interests mostly mean that boy or girl that you like, then things you l