Love Should Have Brought You Home Novels & Stories

“I’m coming home,” “I love you, okay?” she said. “Hurry back home,” “Okay,” I whispered, feeling a sudden calmness wash over me. “I love you too,” ***** Would you forgive them? What do you think Miles should do? Share your thoughts.

"If you don't love me, then you can leave and I won't mention it ever again." He looked up at her. "I never stopped loving you, not even for a second." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the, by now, very frayed ribbon. She smiled and wiped a tear. "You see? You already know that this is okay. This is right. This is how we're supposed to end up." He shook his head, defeated. "Mike, look at me," she said.

His words had caught me off guard and I he was right… “You left me for a Man!” I screamed while punching as hard as I could with my right. I’d caught Henry off guard as we took a step back. “I loved you unconditionally, I bore your babies, I brought home the bacon and fu€king cooked it while you relaxed!” I yelled faster and punched harder. “20 years and I’ve gotta make those easy for you?! Go FU€K YOURSELF!” I roared.

"Why haven’t you left yet?" "I’m waiting for you to calm down," I answered carefully. I simply couldn’t leave him alone in the house. Silence. Then, his fingers tugged at the robe’s tie. "You don’t have to force yourself. "Fine—you don’t love me." He turned, bare skin glinting in the low light. "But what about your body?" He took a step closer. "Does it remember me, after all these years? "One more chance, Claire." He sank to his knees, his smile tender yet unyielding.

Sal's earpod blasted Lewis Capaldi's "Someone you loved" as he plopped down on his bed with a deep sigh. His dad had promised to stop by Care Bare Hospital on his way home but for that moment, Sal had the magnificent manor and all it's rooms and everything in it to himself. He sat up on his bed after a few minutes apparently restless, trying to figure out what he had to do. The businessman hadn't given him any instructions yet and it was killing him.

Whipping out her phone and tapping into her usual music tap, a soft tune started playing as a melodious voice sang: Love of my life, you've hurt me, You've broken my heart and now you leave me, Love of my life, can't you see, Bring it back, bring it back

"Just come home to me, Nick. I love you." "Always, sweetheart." _____________________

Henry murmured in her ear. Gabriella could only snicker. "What's the point of doing this, Henry? Do you know what love is? Love is about giving, not possessing. "I already have someone I like, and I'm about to start a new life. Can't you just let me go? Will you cling to me forever as long as I don't agree to marry you again?" Henry froze. It felt like a knife had been thrust into his chest, and it was stirring and churning his insides, drawing fresh blood.

Value self. Amen. Your love, The Friend

"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.