Love Is More Than A Word Novels & Stories

Making love with her was the most genuine and pure love I ever had. "As much as I want to have you now, I have to consider your condition, so I will only let myself be happy with just kissing," I told her, laughing. "And that made me even more thankful. You are so understanding," she replied. "Of course, as I already said, I love you more than I want you," I reminded her. "I don't want to have you only to have to lose you sooner. I never felt this kind of love before, and you made me feel it. You made me experience a relationship that is bound by real love, and lust was not necessary. Just pure love, and I like it."

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.

"That's right, go ahead, point the finger at me. Put it on my shoulders because I'm at liberty at the moment." "At liberty?" She wanted to smack him. "Don't you mean unemployed? Or maybe unemployable is a better word." "You haven't been as supportive as you could. Why do you think I had to look for it somewhere else? From someone who appreciated me." She swallowed the bitter taste in her throat. "What about love?" His mouth twisted in a sardonic smile. "Love? That's what you write about in your books. That's the only place you'll find it. Don't look for it in real life."

I just wanted to hear the words. Ethan struggled to come up with the words but one peck from me, he smiled adoringly, Brushing my hair out of my face. “When have I not loved you? You are dumb for someone who writes a romance” I peered up at him, my chest almost swollen from his sweetest words. “Just say the word,” I urged, pushing him a little.

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.

The last time I checked, Maisie Illeana, the one I loved and lived for was in a critical position after too much exposure to the sun. As we waited, one tall, thin doctor walked up to us. His veins were popping out. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "I'm sorry -" ** And that, my dear friends is how fate chose neither of the options, "love or live," for how could I live after all I'd passed and how could I love after how life had dealt with me. But besides all this, my father smiled and if that wasn't queer, I don't know what is.

There is just the pain. I rubbed my thumb in slow circles on her cheeks, as if erasing writings in the sand, erasing words of violence, of loneliness, of grief, of fear. I kissed her forehead. “I love you,” I told her. Three simple words. Three short words. Like all the most significant things in the world, love is a little word with so much weight to it that it could shatter the crust of the earth. Like hope, pain, war, hate, faith, truth, love. But of course, love is the sweetest, the bitterest, the loneliest and the most joyful. Love is the sum of it all. We go to war for love. It is the source of most pains, and hopes. Love is so simple, yet it’s the greatest endeavour someone may ever s

He lifts his head, looking into my eyes. “Great Moon goddess, what did I and Brian ever do to deserve a mate like you?” he says as he rolls over, pulling my head onto his chest and holding me close. Feeling at home, contempt, I know that this lust we feel will not last because lust never does, but for now, I savor the moment. Closing my eyes, I thought that maybe just maybe, wrapped in his arms, I could feel a small bit of the thing they call love, till I had to face the reality that it does not exist.

Now, I do not think I can bear any distance from you. My heart aches every time even to think that if someday you will go away from me. The darkness of my life can only be driven out by your smiles my angel so please stay with me always and don’t go away. At last, I want to say that I love you. I love you so much. I know love never can explain through words. Love is not a word to say. Love is not a game to play. Love doesn’t start on 14 February at the Valentine day and ends in after 12 pm. For me, love means to care. It means standing your dear's side even to death. Love is yesterday, tomorrow, and forever. As long as the stars twinkle in the sky, As long as angels are there up high, Till

She asked out of the blue turning to my side. "I mean how would you describe love in words" looking straight she resumed walking. "Love.... Hmm.... For me, love is not in words, it is in feelings. It is a powerful emotion that attracts two people to each other. It is not necessary that only when you are expressing your love in words then only you are in love. If your love is true then it would be felt by another person even without expressing it" She stopped and turned her face to look at me. "How so?"