Perfectly In Love Novels & Stories

he said with a smile as he kissed me. "Hansen, I love you," I said, blushing at his gesture. The music started, and I couldn't have chosen a perfect song for us. It was "Perfect" by Ed Sheridan, Hansen put his hand on my waist, and with the other one, he took my hand. At the same time, he pulled me closer to him and sang in my ear, with the rhythm of the music. At this moment, the world around us didn't matter. It was just him and me.

Face pressed into his chest. "I love you too." "No. I really love you. Like scary amounts. Like I can't imagine life without you love you." "Same. Exactly the same." He kissed her hair. "You're my person. My home. My everything." "That's really sappy." "Blame the whiskey." "I blame you. For being perfect." "I'm not perfect." "You are to me." They fell asleep like that. Tangled together. Still dressed. Wine and whiskey breath mixing. Perfect and imperfect and exactly where they needed to be.

‎In the love. ‎Chosen. ‎Always.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I felt so fuzzy inside as I chose to stop and watch him. “My head's underwater, but I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind.” He may be the one singing the song but honestly, I’m the one who feels like she’s underwater. The world seems so blurred when I see him. 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me” This is exactly what he told me in words. That he wants all of me. “I'll give my all to you

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

I couldn't help the profession of how I truly felt. "I'll choose you over and over and over again. Always and forever." My hand finds hers and squeezes it before bringing it to my lips and kissing it. No matter what we face I know love has a way of not letting go and so far that has kept us. We are just two imperfect people, finding perfection in each other's arms. Xoxo

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

Eventually, the old man got up holding his wife's hand, and danced, lightly shaking themselves to the beat of the song. The blush spread on the old lady's face couldn't escape my eyes. They look lovely together. Even age couldn't decrease the radiance of their love. "PERFECT" by Ed Sheeran was overwhelming the whole cafe. || I found a love for me Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me Baby, I'm dancing in the dark With you between my arms

“They are perfect. This is perfect, my love.” THE END