My Love Isn't Fragile Novels & Stories

His voice faltered and for a second his face went soft, almost pitifully. "You are fragile. You don't realize that, but I do." You're so fragile to break and I'm not going to be the one who breaks you with things you can't yet hear. Fragile. I wanted to protest, to scream out that I wasn't fragile, that I could take it but the pain in my throat prevented me from making a sound.

“I’d let them exhaust me every day if it meant I got to stay.” The honesty in his voice caught me off guard. No grand declarations. No demands. Just truth, laid bare. I swallowed. “They’ve grown attached to you already.” “I know.” His fingers tightened around the railing. “And it terrifies me.” I turned fully toward him then. “Why?” “Because loving them feels like standing on the edge of something fragile,” he said quietly. “And I don’t trust the world not to try and take it away.” Something inside my chest softened.

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.

Even though my vision had partially returned, the sheer number of guests around me blurred everything. I struggled to push myself up, but it was futile. The guests continued stepping on me as if I didn’t exist. By the time I managed to lift my head, all I could see was Regina laying her head on Jared’s shoulder. Fireworks erupted in the air, streaking gold across the night sky. “I love you, Baby,” Jared said softly. My chest constricted. I couldn’t tell if it was my heart or my body that hurt, but I couldn’t take it anymore. My vision darkened, and my eyes rolled back.

" All this years. I have tried to be a dutiful wife hoping you will love me eventually. No matter what effort I put on this marriage, you never really gave me a chance... Am I really this hateful? You never really listened to my end of the story about that night. All you do is listen to other people..." She laughed as she looked at the pen next to the drawer

“Love is showing up every day and choosing this! Choosing us! Not running off to conferences and coming home with charts and graphs that say what we have is fragile! Love is believing it’s strong! Love is having faith!” “Love is also work!” I screamed back, the dam of my fear and frustration finally breaking. “It’s maintenance! It’s checking the foundations! You don’t just build a house and then never look at the roof again and hope it doesn’t leak! You inspect it! You repair it! That’s what I’m trying to do! And you’re treating me like I’m trying to burn the house down!” We stood there, gasping, the air between us electric with pain and fury. The bond was a searing, painful ache, reflecting

“Cassie, what do you think love is? I thought about the question. Mom and Jude had obviously loved each other, but that love hadn't been enough to make Jude stay. And they were both wrecks when they broke up. Angela waited. “Well, I think love is something fragile. Breakable, isn’t it?” I muttered.

because I look like his first love? Realization hit me. He doesn't love me! It's all just a lie! His love is a lie! Tears filled my eyes. But I tried not to cry. "You must be devastated by knowing this." she said trying to sound consolidate. "Why are you here? Why are you suddenly back in his life now? Where were you all these years?"I snapped at her.

"Love is love when you love someone When they give their love back love becomes so sweet Love is so fragile yet so enduring Love is so caring yet so in need Love is in need of another love to make a great love How could love hurt someone so in love? Love is so kind To the point that it is so blind Love is so blind only to see the good Love is so sweet like a smell of a rose That is when the rose became a symbol of love When matters of the heart don't matter anymore

It’s been 4 days since I stayed with River. And every single day has been filled with so much love and happiness that it doesn’t even make sense. How could this beautiful woman make me, someone who has admittedly never been in love, feel how I’m feeling. I didn’t think something this wonderful could ever happen for me. Her smile brightens my day, her laugh makes my chest warm, her kisses make my skin tingle. And I know that as soon as she leaves I will inevitably be heartbroken. And after my heart gets broken by her, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.