My Only Love Story の小説・ストーリー

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

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I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe it's all part of a plan Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes Hoping that you'll understand That, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart Thinking out loud Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud So, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud But maybe we found love right where we are Oh, baby, we found love right where we are And we found love right where we are. " So mom how did

I told them and left the room , leaving them alone together. Author's Pov: Amaira and Mrs.Braganza kept talking .At one point of their conversation.... "He did tell me your love story."Mrs.Braganza said,sitting on the edge of the bed across her. "I know."Amaira smiled. "Well,It was his side only.He told me about his feelings,his sufferings and his love for you..But I don't know about yours.Without knowing your side,this story would be incomplete."Mrs.Braganza said .

"Love, only love. You love me, I love you. We don't need any else my sweetheart as... I am your husband, you're my wife. I am only yours and you're Only Mine." *****

He was merely passing by, but the words uttered in the song, the story it told, said him this song wasn't just a song. It was a love story. His love story. With his lips parted, Stefanos turned to look at the musicians, as their beautiful voices sang out his miserable love story in the most perfect and beautiful way, catching every single watcher in a trance of their own, in a faraway forgotten story of their own. But to Stefanos, he only remembered one story, and it was the one that the song told. The untold truth. With a final glance, Stefanos walked forward, dropped a few shillings in the box and walking away from the singers, away from the crowd, returning to his own humble tower.

And our early morning was filled with intimate moans which I hope it's not too loud to avoid getting the attention of the people outside our room. Our love story didn't end here even if we die. It will be known and passed down to my children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, and so on, to remember that love might come late, but it's not as late as you thought. This story is not perfect because not all love stories are perfect. However, the right time and the right person you are with is what makes it perfect. -END-

“And I love you. I’ve loved you for longer than you even know. Everything you think about me, all this worry about Bet… that was just a game. Just a distraction. Nothing more. You… you are the one I’ve always wanted.” Caramel’s breath hitched. Eyes incredibly wide. Her heart thudded so fast it hurt. “You—what?” she whispered, voice shaking. “I love you, Caramel,” he said firmly, stepping closer. Bet was just… a play. A test, nothing more. You’re the one who matters. Always have. Always will.” Her hands trembled. She wanted to speak, to deny, to push him away… but her body wouldn’t listen. Her lips parted. Her tears kept falling.

After all, love conquers all. I am Marissa Dela Cruz-Montero, and this is my story.

For the love story that had never been real. And then I would be done. Finally, completely done.