Notes About Love Novels & Stories

Alex is staring at me with an expression I can't quite read. "So the combined message," I continue, "is: I love you deeply and truly. You are my perfect love, my joy and peace, and my passion for you will never fade, even through the hardest times.'" My voice drops. "I even left a note attached to the flowers. It said, 'You're my forever, in both light and shadow, " I laugh, but there's no humor in it. "Now I'm wondering if she even read it. Or if she just threw the whole thing in the trash."

"I love you, Shyne. I love everything about you, and I don't care if all I have for tonight is your hair on my brush. This is enough for me to have a memory of you, my love. Weird as it may be for you, I know that we are destined to be together forever." As I stood up, Rian led me out of his room. However, as I was about to head out, I saw Rian's slightly opened drawer with a notebook in it. The notebook had the words "Mine" written outside. I had a sudden cold feeling that the notebook was about me.

He stared at the hand I took them down and then he redirected his all to my face. " Love is about the duration but it's about the heart. Life can happen at first sight or it would take two people to get to know each other for a very long time before they realize they love each other. You know, it is different strokes for different folks. I swear I love you Anne. I love listening to you talk and I enjoy every bit of your presence with me. I love the schway feeling I get deep within me. All these are signs of love and affection. I know you feel the same way towards me. Please just say it to me"he said and placed his hand on my chin again. I said nothing for a second and stared into my eyes as

He couldn't deny the fact that he already had a crush on her. "Damn it." He said to himself. He had never really been in love with any girl before. Girls were supposed to be in love with him, not the other way round. Almost all the girls in Maverick High had a crush on him and he loved the attention he was getting from it. He couldn't possibly be in love with someone he barely knows. Or can he? He thought. Either way, he made a mental note of walking up to her after class and telling her he liked her. Just then, Charlie leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Such a special moment! We made love a few more times before we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. He was gone when I woke up, but he’d left me a note of apology. I’m stapling it in between these pages as a keepsake. Call me silly, but I don’t care. He’s my first love. The man I saved my virginity for. I want to save everything of him, even his notes. She carefully unfolded the note that was stapled to the page and read it.

Faye asks. He turns the notebook. He has written: Love is not enough if it requires not seeing. The table holds this for a moment. Irina looks at the notebook. "Yes," she says. "That is exactly right." She pauses. "You are fourteen years old and you are exactly right." "I read a lot," he says. "Clearly," she says.

“I hope they learn that love isn’t about perfection.” “What is it about?” She smiled. “Choosing each other on the easy days… and especially on the difficult ones.” Daniel reached into his coat pocket. “You forgot our anniversary gift.” “But our anniversary isn’t for another year.” “I know.” He handed her another blank journal. “Then what’s this for?” “For all the moments that happen before then.” She opened the first page. Written in his neat handwriting were just eight words. Every great love deserves to be remembered, every single day.

The bedroom window was wide open. The coolness of the air shrunk my areolas and perked my nipples as I crossed the room toward the bathroom. I slid the pocket door to see a sheer pink chiffon robe trimmed in white satin hanging on the shower hook, an envelope pinned to it. I carefully unpinned the envelope so as not to damage the delicate fabric and removed the plain white card. It had only one word; Love, handwritten on the front. I lifted the edge of the card and read the neatly printed note. Welcome to another beautiful day

“Well, think about it rationally. Have you ever heard of someone being salty and still able to be in love?” Heph wipes a few symbols from the board and writes something else. “No. It doesn’t happen. Love isn’t just a chemical, dear girl. It causes a physical reaction that is the opposite of salt. Salt may be a neutral compound, but it has a bitter taste. It destroys love. Chemistry isn’t my strong suit, but even I know that. You need something to strengthen your compound… like… I don’t know… gallium, I guess? Small particles of it. Ever heard the expression, ‘make him melt in your hands’?”

At the right hand side of the book was a written note. "I fell in love with you the first day I met you. It wasn't love at first sight. My love for you grew gradually and waxed stronger with time. Your personality, your soft hair, your beautiful eyes, your cute voice, your humor, the way you looked away and smiled, I had to walk pass again. Why do I like you? I don't have an answer for that, but I guess......" Suddenly I heard footsteps and I hurriedly tried to put back the sketch book in the drawer when the door opened. I had not finished reading it to know if it was actually for me. But it was obvious, wasn't it? I guess I wasn't the only one writing notes.