Love Interest Meaning Novels & Stories

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

“There is no romance.” “Mhm.” “There isn’t.” “You’re blushing.” “I am not.” “You literally are.” I grab a file and throw it lightly at her face. She cackles. “Oh my God,” she laughs, “Anastasia Kingsley is flustered.” “I’m irritated.” “The line between irritation and attraction is very thin.” “Please leave my office.” “Absolutely not.” I groan and lean back in my chair while Emily keeps grinning like an evil matchmaker.

Sighing, I consider it. “L’amore hè più cà un sentimentu, hè ciò chì diventate sottu u putere è a debulezza di l’altru.” I peer at him confused. “You can’t do that. You could be calling all sorts of dirty names, and I wouldn’t have a clue.” His smile widens. “I said. Love is more than a feeling. It’s what you become under the power and weakness of the other.” “Could have said it in English would have saved you saying it twice.” His eyes roll at my words, and I laugh.

I said defensively. The waitress scoffed. "That’s not love. That's an obsession. Love is for more than you imagined or what you can put in your hand. Love is not just about liking a person's personality, it is a lot more. I doubt if you barely know fifty percent of the person you love, you, rich people think love is just a mere feeling, when you love a person you can't just spot why, and when you fall in love with her, this love thing is just in your head and not from your heart, you will know when you love. What you’re describing is just you being selfish."

I once fell in love with a young man, but the end of our love affair was sad. He died while saving my life and since then I have never fallen in love with another man again. For me, he is still my first love and my last love. That's why others who try to woo or claim my heart just hate me. That one is right. The life he sacrificed for me is enough for me.

He sounded assured I don’t actually care if Kyle is with another girl or not, I’m not just happy with the way he chose Maria over me. Whenever I think about that I feel like a loser because this isn’t the first time it happened. I may have wealth and other things but that’s not all I want, I want more than just money. I want someone to love me and care for me. "Here is your order Miss and here is yours sir." The waiter kept it on the table "Anything else?" He asked

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."

Engagement /in-ˈgāj-mənt/ Noun. Emotional involvement or commitment. ******* CELINE WESTWOOD POV. Things never go well, when we’re near each other. Our relationship isn’t a “hate and love” relationship because there is no love between us. That word doesn’t even exist when it comes to Lucian and me. I haven’t spoken to that man in years. I get angry just thinking about what happened the last time we saw each other at his father’s retirement party.

She wanted Natali to feel what she felt. "Natali and I were engaged because of corporate matters. I am willing to cancel the engagement and forget about the cooperation just for you. I only love you..." Luliyah said while staring at Luliyah. He removed his glasses so that Luliyah could see the sincerity in his eyes and the tenderness in his gaze, that made her drown. 'Love? Is Kelvin just pretending? 'Was this his plan? Does he want to make Natali jealous?'

"We tend to speak of love as though it is static, when those of us who know it best realize that love is a little bit like water in a fast-moving stream-constantly changing and carving out new banks. I bet you'd agree that your feelings for Angela when you first met as high school freshmen were completely different than your love for her by the time you got married. And then again by the time she died. Love must continue to find new dimensions, or it becomes stale." "Yeah, I guess I can see that." I remembered the thrill of new love, of how I'd felt when Ang and I had first started dating. The first time she kissed me. The first time we went all the way, both of us virgins, both of us certai