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Tears flowed from my eyes freely when I imagined how much I'm going to miss those skillful lips. Luciano pulled back and looked at me with creased eyebrows when he tasted salt on our lips, my tears. "Why are you crying?"He asked me and I smiled at him. Sometimes Luciano can be so dumb.How dare he ask me why I was crying? I know he didn't know that much about love languages because he dedicated more of his time on building the kingdom. He never had time to explore and experience love.

I smiled, glancing down at Zoraida, who was getting bored picking at the embroidery on her dress. “To borrow from Pablo Neruda. I love you without knowing how, when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride. Therefore, I love you because I know no other way. And I never want to find another.” I concluded, putting the black gold floral enraged band onto his finger.

Leonor came down the stairs looking at me still shyly with all the things he liked on the counter, and letting out a corner smile, but still feeling that the atmosphere was strange : Leonor... I know that maybe now is not the best moment to tell you this, but I never understood what my love language was, I didn't understand what I liked, hoped or did to show my feelings, but I was always shy about them, maybe I was afraid to shout them out to the world, and now I realize that I should have shouted them out to you. I have always tried so hard to repress myself with fear of love that I don't know how to tell you what I feel and now, I am lost, when I look at you, I don't know if there is love,

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

And it read thus; “There are five love languages; Quality time, Words of affirmation, Act of service, Gifts and Physical touch”“Quality time” “Try to always be available whenever he wants to talk to you and vice verse. Attention is very very important in a relationship. In the absence of quality attention, one could literally loose interest” “Word Of Affirmation” While she was typing the explanation of word of affirmation I guess, I broke in. “No, no” “That's not what I am requesting for. Zane and I talk every blessed day; we understand eachotherproperly"

he recited like he was reading a memorized speech. "Do you even love me?" I asked, I noticed him smile. "I respect you, I admire you, and I find myself looking forward to spending time with you", diverting from my question. "That's not the question". "I am not a romantic but I would work on that, I don't believe love just happens at first sight, I believe it grows and blossoms with time and commitment" Ibrahim replied. "I don't want to lie to you about anything, I don't want to throw the word love around with you, I want to say it when It's going to mean the most '' Ibrahim said pulling up to our parking lot.

It was raw and unguarded. “So what’s going to be the last fantasy?” She chuckled dryly, trying to distract herself from what she was actually feeling. "I want to do something different today," he said. "Different how?" "No list," he started, tracing his thumb tracing her jawline. “I just want to make love to you, Yas. I want to feel all of you, I want to let you in…” he paused and bit his lips like he was giving away too much. Then he chuckled dryly too,

“No. No.” “Don’t lie to me,” he barked, hitting my ass. “You love that I bought you. You love that I’m taking what no one else can have.” “I’m—I’m going to—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. “Do it,” he roared. “Climax for me, Liora. Show me how much you belong to me!” I screamed his name, my inner muscles clamping down on him in desperate pulses. I felt like I was shattering into a thousand pieces.

I added and he grinned. “Okay, let's think about what to do, we can watch a movie together, and let's visit Neil tomorrow. Is that okay?” He said I grinned and agreed to him. It's too nice to be with a person you love the most. We might argue, we might cry, and we might feel pain, but that's a part of the relationship. That's what true love has, it will never be perfect, but we learn to forgive and continue loving each other. That's my definition of true love.

Nosa smiles to hear Gladis is no longer crying. "Show me that you really love me, baby." Gladis whispers suddenly in Nosa's left ear which makes her body's fine hairs cringe. Gladis kisses Nosa's lips, while her hands encapsulate Nosa's oval face. He stroked the face while giving a soft kiss repeatedly. Nosa reciprocated the kiss. Gladis gently pulverizes Nosa's lips, only to reply with a light kiss. Nosa retaliates with no less heat, unable to contain the passion generated by Gladis, Nosa tries to keep up with Gladis's increasingly hot game.