Mi Destino Es Amarte Mga Nobela at Kwento

Still do what I love. - MishanAngel

She was warm and soft, and so real. Mine. “Eres mi obsesión, Aria,” I heard myself say. The words pouring out in Spanish, my deepest feelings “Mi corazón, mi alma. Quiero arruinarte. Quiero amarte. Es demasiado. No puedo respirar. No puedo respirar.” You are my obsession, Aria. My heart, my soul. I want to ruin you. I want to love you. It’s too much. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.

I fucking fell for one. A beautiful diosa. Mi Amor, I fucking love you and that is why this is the right decision.

You won't let me leave even though I have no use for you. "Mi-a Amore." I lift her head gradually with my thumb and forefinger at the lower part of her chin. "You are here because I want you here. Here I can keep you safe. To me, you will always have a purpose." Why couldn't she see that? She has a very big purpose! She is my purpose!

If I do, may god strike me down. “Ti amo, tesoro mio.” (I love you, my treasure.)

♡♡ But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close Not even a little bit Not even at all ♡♡♡♡ ◇Viranica◇ I didn't fall in love with you.. I walked into love with you♡♡ With my eyes wide open Choosing to take Every step along the way I do believe in fate and destiny But I also believe We are only fated to do the things together... That we'd choose anyway ... And I'd choose you In a hundred worlds In any version of reality

“Promise me this isn’t just tonight. Promise we’re still ‘us’ when the sun comes up.” He cradled my face, calloused thumbs smudging tear tracks. “You’re not just my first,” he said, the Spanish rolling off his tongue like a vow. “You’re my siempre (always). I’ll spend lifetimes learning the map of you.” His gaze locked onto mine, a black void edged with a brilliant blue where the moonlight caught it. “*Eres mi hogar ahora, mi vida. (You’re my home now, my life.)” The words settled in my ribs, a balm and a brand.

Value self. Amen. Your love, The Friend

“Just wait. After this, we’ll have our own place. A big kitchen, a big backyard. You’ll have your own room and…” “And you'll finally be able to pursue your dream of being a chef and having your own restaurant,” she finished for me. Her smile trembled. “And... we’ll be happy?” “We will. I promise.” She nodded and suddenly hugged me. “Te amo, mana.” (I love you, sis) I hugged her tighter. “Te amo más.” (I love you more) Then she whispered, “Mientras estemos juntas, todo estará bien.” (As long as we're together, everything will be okay)