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With trembling hands, I opened it. “Jo, I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I know that. But if love means anything, it means I never stopped carrying you inside me even when I walked away. Thank you for giving me a son. For giving me a second chance to be more than the scared boy I was. If love could rewrite time, I’d find you sooner. And I’d never let go.” – K. I folded the letter gently and pressed it to my heart. He was gone. But somehow he had come home.

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

“Did you marry because of the ultimatum I gave you? Or… is it real love?” There was silence. Cara’s breath caught in her throat. Finally, Damien’s voice came, quieter than usual. “It’s love. I didn’t plan it but it happened.” Cara shut her eyes, her chest tightening. The way he had hesitated just for a beat was enough for her to know he was lying. But he said it so smoothly it almost sounded real. His grandfather gave a weak laugh of relief. “Good. That makes me so proud. I can rest easier knowing you’re happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

' '"Years ago? When is that?" '"In the President's birthday, both of our family's were invited, and I've been inlove with you ever since, I've been dreaming every night about us being together, can you just please reconsider me? Forget everything, about the hatred of families... it will be us just two, tell me....do you want to be together?"' Alicia chuckled as she could see the desperate look of Adrian Parker, the very same look she had when she also went out courting him

I hated seeing him cry. “I love you, Colleen,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Thank you for walking that hard and painful road for me. Because of that, I felt what everlasting love truly is, with you. I love you, Colleen McLahlin.” “And I love you too, Mr. Jared McLahlin.” This time, it was I who leaned forward to kiss him. It was the sweetest kiss of all. The kind that carried the weight of every memory, every tear, and every piece of love we had ever shared.

even if he wants to kill she was ready for that too but she will not compromise to live with him. But her destiny was not what she thought.... she stared blankly at the bodyguards in front of her who blocked her path. Daniel walked forward and handed over his phone: "madam, a call from Sir .." ... ... Love can't be described. It has no shape, it has no form. Love is not an object. Love does not conform. Love enters our lives The moment we are born. From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle

"Exactly. I'm annoyed with my mother for wanting me to move on. She loved Ang, too. My whole family did. How can they want me to replace her now? What kind of man would I be if stopped loving her because she's dead?" "And yet . . ." The priest shifted in his chair. "We tend to speak of love as though it is static, when those of us who know it best realize that love is a little bit like water in a fast-moving stream-constantly changing and carving out new banks. I bet you'd agree that your feelings for Angela when you first met as high school freshmen were completely different than your love for her by the time you got married. And then again by the time she died. Love must continue to find n

He skewed his head to the side as he tried to calculate how long is been since we have kissed. Physical affection between us has never been a problem, with it getting better and better everyday. We hardly go a day without making love, and could barely keep our hands off each other. “Two hours, thirty minutes, fifty five seconds,” he said seriously, looking down at me with his eyes burning with need. “Didn’t know someone was counting,” I teased, but my heart was beating fast at the look of want in his eyes, which sparked the flame of desire inside me. “Of course, I love kissing you, and can’t live without it,” he lovingly exaggerated, a soft smile teasing his lips, while his blue eyes gazed d

‘Nothing can promise love or force it if the elements aren’t there to begin with. ‘Elements?’ he asked with a disbelieving smirk. She pointed to the carved letters. ‘M, X, C and P represent trust, love, passion and joy. Trust,’ she continued, aware of how important her next words could be, ‘and passion are the two elements that make love binding.’ ‘And joy?’ Puzzled by his cautious tone, she carefully said, ‘Joy is the result when you have the other three elements.’