Novel & Cerita Love Me Heal Me

She drew his hand from bedclothes and enclosed their fingers together. Still so much to speak about—it was so many pieces of his past to reconcile, wounds to heal—but tonight, beneath the same sky it all originally came crashing down upon, something new was emanating. Love. Healing. And still quiet strength to hope again. To be continued...

With all my love, Aria ❤️

“Thank you, and you look like a beautiful princess.” I see Jonathan standing at the altar waiting for me. My heart starts racing. The music starts and I’m surprised to see that it’s live, not a recording. I immediately recognize the chords of the guitar. “Potograph” by Ed Sheeran! A shiver runs down the back of my neck. I know the song well, and Jonathan choosing it is like a beautiful declaration of love. Of the power that our love has taken on in our lives, changing us completely. “Loving can heal, love can mend your soul”

With all my love, O.J❤️❤️💡

My girl is so strong. I looked at my girl who is sleeping in my arms. I will keep her safe hereafter whatever happens. I'm going to stand up for her and make her love herself again. How am I going to make her love herself again? Loving someone is easy than loving yourself. I might not be there with her in the past, but in the present, I will make sure she is happy again forgetting all the bad memories. I'm going to heal all of her scars not only physically, but mentally. I will be her healer.

May my touch be a source of healing energy, and may my presence bring peace to his soul. Heal all his pain and grant him the strength to overcome this challenge. Let my love be a beacon of hope in his darkest moments. Let him survive this ordeal and emerge stronger than ever before. Heal him completely, body and soul, so that he may live a long and healthy life filled with joy and happiness.

MORGANA FOSTER It was late when I received some messages from Elliot asking if I was okay. I quickly responded to the messages and put my phone away; I was feeling too emotionally messy to have a conversation right now. I put on my headphones and hit play on Queen's album, the only band that makes me feel better when I'm dealing with my emotional crap. Really, "Love of My Life" was the perfect song for the moment. My eyes filled with tears, and I broke down, soaking my pillow for several minutes until I fell asleep from my inexplicable, hellish exhaustion.

Amelia fell into Louis's arms and cried loudly, crying for a long time before her voice gradually subsided. Louis lowered his head, the heartache in his eyes was almost overflowing, "Feeling better? Don't worry, I'll get a friend to help you, it'll definitely be cured." Amelia didn't say anything as a nurse came in at the door pushing a treatment cart and handed Louis the concentrated anti-cancer medication. Amelia looked closely at the words anti-cancer on the package and felt only stinging eyes. She put her head on the other side and said to Louis, "Can you change the bottle for me to a regular one? I don't want to see the packaging."

she went to the logout key and clicked on it so fast like nothing matters on F******k again. Few minutes later, she was on bed trying to get herself to fall asleep but all she found herself doing was tossing on bed. She plugged in her handsfree to watch movies but it got annoying when all the movies on her phone just talks about love and lost love, she went to her gallery to check pictures but nothing interest her at that moment, before she realizes what was going on she was already on F******k again. She at first resisted herself from clicking on the friend request box, but it was too late she already did. There was another one, she saw the green dot that shows the person was online then sh

"Ever since you left, not a day goes by without me thinking about our time together. I've come to realize… that it wasn't just an act for me. I've truly fallen in love with you, Caleb! "I love you. I can't live without you. Please forgive me, okay? Let's start over. I swear I'll be completely devoted to you for the rest of my life. I'll cook for you. I'll wash your clothes, and…" Her nauseating confession made my stomach churn. I signaled for the guards to drag her out of the center so that her crazed behavior wouldn't terrify the children. "Zoey." I looked down at her. "Do you think everyone is as stupid and pathetic as you are? Your so-called love is nothing more than your desire to latch