Muy Parecido Al Amor Novels & Stories

"I mean not the kind of like, I mean feelings, you can have for a shit ton of people. That's way too many. You can't possibly like so many people like that." "Oh, this sounds interesting," Lucas rested his arm on the dining and leaned towards Alex. "So you mean, love? Have I ever loved-" "No!" Alex quickly said. "Love is a bit- it's not that serious." "Okay okay," Lucas nodded. "I got you. Not love but like someone so much you don't think you can ever have such feelings for anyone else." Alex swallowed. "I guess." "Well, my answer is still the same," Lucas replied. "Okay maybe not with a shit ton of people this time but yeah. So what's the matter? Do you lo-like someone?"

KitKat sarcastically, also a little ridiculous. "Ban, what is love?" "Love in my eyes, which is to let the other side understand me, is also a kind of indescribable tenderness, isn't it? Deeply imprinted on the heart and into the bones and marrow, even without saying a word, even if it's thousands of trees away from me? So, hearts are still together, never apart."

He really needs to realise that and get over it. "And what do you intend to achieve with my sister?" I asked, raising an eyebrow up. "Love, I have to make your sister fall in love with me and if she doesn't. I will let her go back to your father." Love they say is like a remote that controls the heart, once it hits you straight in the heart. Some buttons get activated in you, and you start doing stuffs you don't think you can't do. Love is far away from me and I never wish to experience it. I don't do love and love doesn't do me.

I'm in deep shit. This love thing is too deep for my taste...

Love was nothing compared to what he felt for her. It was a feeling beyond description, a force that transcended the boundaries of human language and understanding. Love, in all its intensity and passion, paled in comparison to the power that coursed through his veins. It was as though his soul had been forged with hers in the same fire, his heart beating to the same primal rhythm as hers. They were two halves of a whole, their connection unbreakable, their bond unshakable.

JADE I think I’m starting to understand why people act crazy in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. The thrilling feeling. Heightened emotions. It is incomparable and just so full. But it isn’t too much. I don’t know if that makes sense. It is just crazy how you find yourself always thinking of the same person. Even if you spend the whole day with them, it does’t seem like enough and want more. More of them. More of everything. I’m starting to think I’ve lost my mind. When I told Jaiya, she only laughed and told me it is because I’m in love. I don’t actually think I’m in love. I do know I like Antonio a lot. More than I ahem ever liked anyone.

Which one of you ended things? He looks a little pained, and my insides pinch. It feels a lot like jealousy, and I hate it. “It won’t be weird because Amora and I were never in love.” “Excuse me?” I can barely hear my own words over the rush of blood in my ears.

(Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Un mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let other kisses make you fall in love Deja que otros besos te enamoren Someone else bring you flowers Que alguien más te lleve flores There are more than a million loves Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quie

I countered, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions churning within me. Her eyes flickered at my rebuttal, the amusement in her gaze replaced with an intense curiosity. She studied my face as if seeing me for the first time, her gaze burning into mine, searching for something. Was it an answer? Or was it a confirmation of the unspoken feelings simmering between us? "Maybe they do" she finally responded, her voice barely above a whisper "Because hate, like love, is a passionate emotion. And maybe, in our twisted, messed-up way, we're confusing one for the other"

How can I even dare say something. I started with my presentation. __________ Richard's POV I looked at her face as she scrunches her nose at bro's words. I had noticed, she made this funny faces to express herself. I doubt she is aware of it, they just appear on her face. I liked being with her. She had this naughty innocent aura to herself, that attracts everyone. She is so easy to be with. I know she is not my type, nor I am thinking of taking her to bed, but still, I like being around her.