Love Synomym Novels & Stories

Loving in silence. Always.

Love. Love. Love.

Lovingly Yours, Friend

ulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its

Like she was moaning, unmistakable. And then Ricardo’s. Deeper. Rough. Close. I didn’t need to see anything. I knew. “Yes Ric…Fuck me like that.” Valentina moaned. The slapping of skin on skin could be heard, I witnessed as Ricardo thrust into Valentina in a very rough way. At some point I wished it was me. Wait— What? The tone in his voice, the rhythm of movement, the sound of her whispering his name — it was all enough. My chest tightened until it hurt.

I watched her for I don't know how long, minutes or maybe longer. My heart was pounding so hard I was scared it might wake her up. The words were right there again, sitting on my tongue. I love you. Just three words and that was all. Three words that should have been easy. But every time I opened my mouth, something closed in my throat. I could feel the familiar fear of letting someone in creep in again. I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship.

I love you. *

Things that didn’t hurt. Later that night, I stood in the kitchen, staring at the open fridge. Ambrose’s voice echoed in my mind, soft and full of laughter. "Use a bit more lemon in that soup. It balances the salt." He loved cooking, said it was like loving someone with your hands. I closed my eyes, trying to piece together the recipe he once walked me through. Something light, soothing. I wasn’t sure I’d gotten it right, but it smelled close enough to memory.

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

{Why do you hide you pain inside, Why do you say to me, I am all shredded inside, I've broken from inside. In your love, I've become angry with myself.} Main jee bhar ke ro loon Teri baahon mein so loon Aa phir se mujhe mil Main tujh se ye boloon Tu anmol thi Pal pal bolti thi Aisi chup tu laga ke gayi Saari khushiyaan kha ke gayi {I'd cry as much as I wish, I'd sleep in your arms,