Love Is More Than A Word Novels & Stories

They didn't understand why Dominic would suddenly appear at her college's gate .... .... .... Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting, love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail ..... .... .... HELLO DEAR READERS.. HOW ARE YOU ALL ..❤️❤️❤️.. HERE IS YOUR UPDATE ❤️❤️ I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT.. ... DO TELL ME HOW YOU FELT . . . . . .

I asked as our day together came to an end and I was driving back to the house. "Love is the only word with thousands of descriptions. It doesn't have just one meaning, my child. Love is putting someone else's needs before yours. Love is understanding and respect. Love is kindness and admiration. Love is joy, laughter and humility. It's never unkind and boastful, or hurtful or painful. Love is everything good and nothing bad."

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.

I'm ready to wait rather than to lose her. "Love? Do you even know what l-love means?" She asked in her cracked voice. Her eyes were puffy red from crying, and I just wanted to hold her close to my chest, away from this cruel world. When I remained silent she continued. "Love is something that makes a person stronger and lovable to spread love throughout the world, which keeps them warm. Which gives them power to fight for their loved ones. Love is something that everyone needs in their life when they are dealing with low esteem, when they are alone with no one by their side."

Thought about the word that had arrived unexpected and direct and without her having decided it was coming. Love. Small and specific and its own particular thing. Beginning. ---

Thinking about the nonsense he brought to me Love! That word should be synonymous with deception. It is an elaborate hoax. A word that stupid people use to take advantage of their less intelligent counterparts. Love is a bullshsit idea promoted by delusional writers to earn money. I don't believe in it. Not parental love and certainly not romantic love. That's even more dumb and pointless.

He didn’t say he just liked her, he used the word “love.” That word carried so much more weight, so much more depth than simply saying he liked her. It was clear that she was drunk, but her words were steady, meaningful, almost as if she wasn’t drunk at all.

My patience was already wearing out,why was it so hard for him to say? “You know,”he began slowly,his voice laced with something unreadable, “love can be so tricky. People say it with words.” He handed me a peeled tangerine,his expression neutral. “But words can be cheap—Anyone can say them,” He went over to the next fruit, dissecting it like the first and I felt my patience fading gradually. What's he trying to say exactly? “The most important thing,” he went on,finally glancing at me with an intensity in his eyes, “Is what you have felt…even when a word isn't said. Haven't you felt it?”

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.

Our past had been filled with so many unspoken words and hidden emotions, but now, each touch, each glance, was laden with meaning. Despite the undeniable physical chemistry, it was the emotional resonance that struck me the most. Our ability to communicate without words, to feel each other's presence so profoundly, was a gift. It reminded me that love, in its truest form, was not just about grand gestures or dramatic declarations. It was about the quiet moments of connection, the shared silences, and the gentle touches that spoke volumes.