Love Is More Than A Word Novels & Stories

and if that isn't magic then I cannot say what is. Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionary. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" and it gives us the ability to fly so freely, joyfully returning when each heart calls for the other's touch.

i smiled and got out from the bed to read the note. FROM Your handsome husband, TO My loving wife, SUBJECT: Hi babe, Sorry for leaving so early. I have some important meetings with board members. Get discharge letters from hospital soon. George is coming there to pick up you. Waiting for you so badly..... YOUR'S LOVINGLY, AIDEN BLACK. I read it and laughed so badly... Oh god..... my stomach hurts. Then, i sat and ate my breakfast because i felt so hungry in this early morning. Suddenly, i noticed someone entering inside.

"What is it?" "When we got married the first time, six years ago, I loved you. But I didn't fully understand what love meant. I thought love was about passion and attraction and wanting to be with someone." He paused, his thumbs rubbing circles on the backs of my hands. "But now I know that love is so much more than that. Love is choosing someone every day, even when it's hard. Love is fighting for someone when the whole world is against you. Love is believing in someone even when the evidence says you shouldn't. Love is sacrifice and trust and commitment and patience and forgiveness." Tears were already streaming down my face.

Adam burst in,Xavier eyes widen. "You came too" He rush towards his other grandfather. "I wouldn't miss it for the world,now let's go and eat,you must be starving" "Very"Xavier hand in hand with his two grandfather stride to the table, the kids jubilated in their own ways and bury their faces in the cakes blissfully. Boundless love is that kind of love where breaking down walls, overcoming difficulties and moving forward as a team becomes possible, it's a healthy and intelligent love, one that allows all parties involves to grow individually and see beyond the distance... it's not a physical light.

I sigh and stand up to walk across the room to grab a glass of water from off the table, "I miss the times when mom and dad used to be around almost all the time." "Yeah me too." She agrees. "Mom literally didn't know when I started my period." I widen my eyes and gulp the glass of water down before looking around the room awkwardly, "Uh..I don't think you should talk about stuff like that to guys." She chuckles, "Are you kidding? You're literally my best friend. Best friends share everything with each other." she tells me. Most of the times, she uses the words,literally,basically,technically,practically,theoretically and a few more in most of her sentences. Something I've become used to.

It was a picture taken when Clayton proposed to me. That summer, I said to him, “Clayton, if you ever decide to propose, promise me there will be fireworks. “Our love should be as bright and beautiful as fireworks.” In the end, when Clayton proposed, he set off fireworks across the entire city for me. Under the fireworks, we made wishes to cherish each other and grow old together. However, we forgot that fireworks were fleeting by nature. After the brief, brilliant display, nothing remained. Clayton remembered that day, too.

she joked. "Turns out that bitch is you, so tell me about it" "You get it from your father, love is a both a concrete and abstract noun" "Sorry mum, didn't go further in school "Okay kiddo, love is emotional a feeling but it should be accompanied by actions. Tangible" "Yeah I get it. She is terrible at showing it but am sure she loves me. Wait until tomorrow I see her" "When will this stop?" "One last shot in my sling. If she doesn't want me then I'll move on..."

Like whoever took it wasn’t just capturing a moment. They were studying it. Another message came in. “You always fall for the wrong person.” My chest tightened slightly. Georgina leaned in closer. “What does it say?” I locked my phone almost immediately. “Nothing important,” I said. A lie. I don't know why I hid it from her, I just felt like it She didn’t push. She just nodded slowly. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out,” she said. We. That word again. I leaned my head on her shoulder without thinking.

I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship. My mom loved my father so much and I watched everyday as it wrecked her. He was so undeserving of her love. I turned my head to look at Bowie again, and somehow, I don’t think that fear mattered here, because she deserves more than I’m giving to her. I wanted nothing more than to tell her how I truly felt but the words just wouldn't come. So instead, I whispered the only thing I could. "I'm right here." She stirred slightly, burrowing deeper into my chest, and a soft murmur escaped her lips.

I just want you to hear me, the truth no covered in bullshit. Before you, I thought I knew what love was. I thought it was something loud, something explosive, something that burned so bright it couldn’t possibly last. But you showed me that love is quiet too. Love is in the spaces between words, in the looks you give when you think I’m not paying attention, in the way you always come back, even when everything in you is telling you to run.