Novel & Cerita My Love

His hands slide down the fabric until they reach my ass. How could I deny something from him? Kisses, caresses, sex. It's all about love, and I'm loving it. Well this has gotta be the longest crush ever Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever And, fuck it I'm on one, do you feel me? (Well, this has to be the greatest passion of all Love is a drug, like the strongest of all And shit, I'm on it, you feel me?) ●●

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Raising my gaze, still shimmering with unshed tears, I locked eyes with him, and within the depths of his irises, I found a reflection of love undimmed and determination unyielding. With my heart pounding in my chest, I leaned in closer to Levi, my breath barely audible as I whispered those three cherished words. The vulnerability in my voice was unmistakable, a delicate tremor accentuating the depth of my emotions. "I love you, Levi," I confessed, the words escaping me like a fragile butterfly released into the world, carrying the weight of my affection and devotion.

“Honestly, Emilianna. Would you blame me? I've walked this life wanting love but what to do when I don't find it? I can't just kill myself for it now. Can I?” “Listen Sweetheart, love isn't in a person. It's in the things you do. If you want to make yourself feel loved, it could be as simple as doing your hair so dancing in the moonlight. It could be as simple as cooking your favourite food. Love is within and all around you, it's nothing that you have to chase.” “You're right.” I said calmly and she caressed my hair. “For tonight, assume we are mother and daughter. Tell me the things you would only talk to your mother about, and I will treat your as my daughter.”

His response was swift, his tone direct. "Don't you get it?" I wailed, my voice cracking as the truth spilled forth. "I love you, Antonio! I love you with all my heart!" The admission hung in the air, a fragile declaration that bore the weight of my heart's deepest yearning. The room seemed to hold its breath, the very walls echoing the sentiment that had been hidden for so long.

DYLAN Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses. It heals in deep ways that lie beyond our human understanding. I had that sort of love within me, drowning me completely and filling every fiber of my being. It drove me crazy and yet at it same time, it was the only thing keeping me sane.

" The whole shop is watching me, another embarrassing moment for me. "Listen..." I look more intensely into his eyes "I prefer you been gay than Falling for me this way, this all feels wrong." I slowly removed his fingers turn by turn before leaving the coffee shop. I took a taxi straight home. Getting to the gate, I feel dizzy and feel like breaking down. I've thought so much for the last few days, cried so Much and its all affecting me now. How can he say he likes me, was he never gay? He is not supposed to have an interest in women. Finally, I locked my door, I can't keep on holding these tears, I scream loud, I have to cry once, so I don't die of the pain inside. "How can Braden say he l

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.

I'm done listening to the voices that says, I don't fit into their idea of what love is suppose to be or how love is suppose to be expressed and acted upon. My mother used to tell me, love is the royal law and should be expressed without fear or prejudice and it doesn't matter how or through what medium it's done, as long as it put a smile on the other person face, as long as it turns a bad gloomy day to a good one, as long as it fucking love the other person be it a man or a woman then it's fucking enough even if it doesn't fit into society idea of love. Love is simply love and feeling it is what matters. And as long as it reciprocated then it's all one needs and will ever need even though

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.