Novel & Cerita My Love Language Is Sarcasm

Christian said sarcastically. "Looking at you, it seems that you have never found love in your life. And a person like you could give love to someone it's out of my imagination. I cannot expect this in my worst to worst dream, so according to your pitiful situation you have no idea about the law of love.

Sarcasm Sarcasm fixed 90% of his problems. Maybe the number of percentage was a little exaggerated but it was close to the catch. Sarcasm helped to soften blows and sometimes save him from conversations with basic straight white men who only communicated in base ball, coochie and trucks. He has used it to get passes into club and generally just made him a really attractive person to talk to..that's if he's conversing with a sensible witty person. "Guys...I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault, all of this. This is why I came here, so that's what she meant by say she already had who she thought was responsible…" Rachel thought back to the car conversation.

I asked him. "Love? Love is just a scam..." He said with sacarsm. Again that shot through my heart like a dagger. The Tristan I met on the plane is nothing like the man I see infront of me right now. That Tristan believed in love, but then again, after all that I have done, all that we have done, I don't blame him for thinking like that. We sold love, fake love and it worked all the time. I bet he is now thinking that he dodged the bullet when it comes to me, that I saved him when I told him the truth. "It's too bad that you feel that way because I think that love is beautiful, infact I think that it's the one language we can all understand." I said.

"So, words of affirmation is your love language, huh?" "If it's you, then my love speaks all languages." The sweet symphony of his words rang in my ears like a melody I never want to end, and his statement made me remember all the things he did for me, especially his acts of service. . . just like what he did to me in the tub. With my heart making my system go wild, my lips break into a wide grin. "What a sweet talker." "Only for you." My mouth hung open in disbelief and I looked at him over my shoulder. His eyes are closed as if he's savoring the moment, and the soft glow of the moon outlines his features, emphasizing his silky hair and his pointed nose.

The more he gets jealous, the more I feel elated. Me: Even when I'm not with you, you're the one in my heart and mind. Josh Rain: That's how it should be. Me: I love you! Josh Rain: I love you more! You're the one who always says "I love you" first. It makes me nervous. Me: Why? Josh Rain: You might misbehave there. Me: I'm not misbehaving, you know that. Josh Rain: Okay, fine. Just don’t drink anything there, not even water.

I said sarcastically He smiled "that wouldn't be an issue , all I have to do is ......." "Wait, how could you even think I love Asher,do I look like someone who have a thing for idiots or stupid people , or do I look like an idiot!" I cut him off flaring up I can never love Asher , NEVER! I'll make sure of that!

“You’re gonna make me cry.” I pulled away, quickly running a hand through his hair, and he squirmed like a cat being pet wrongly. “Ugh, stop! You’re gonna ruin the spike.” “What spike?” I grinned. “You look like a sleepy broccoli.” His eyes rolled so hard I thought they’d disappear into his skull, then suddenly perked up. “There’s still some of that rocky road in the fridge. Want me to get it for you?” “You’re speaking my love language,” I called after him as he turned and walked away.

" I saw in my peripheral vision that Grey Grey's brothers eyes widen and the comically look at each other. Gabriel accidentally looks at me and he points to himself. He immediately shake his head and points to Jamison. They are so silly. "I promise to always love you more during the days that you feel like you are unlovable. I love you precious and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." The guest started to clap so I also did. Grey Grey shooks his head and laugh. Grey Grey handed the mic to me. I received the mic shakily.

She asked. I shook my head. “I'm not hungry.” I replied. I knew her love language was feeding me, but I wasn't in the mood for it. I needed someone to eliminate that tape from the surface of the Earth, and as soon as possible. That was my heart's primary desire. We were all silent. “I'm sorry this is happening to you,” she said to me. I nodded. “It's alright.” I replied. She was the fourth person to say those exact same words to me.

Stephie stood her ground, and this is what Jacob wanted from her. Somehow, someway, across the distance of their banter, both minds were aligned that this was their language, their chemistry, their fill and entertainment. I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you. This was the definition of their relationship. And somehow, someway, both parties were entertained with the back and forth. This was the only way they could communicate and simultaneously hide their undetermined feelings. If any. Jacob played his disinterest well. To show Stephie that her words of defiance meant nothing to shake his resolution, he approached her. This is what they both wanted anyway.