Pieces Of Your Love Novels & Stories

But maybe this is still not the right time. Please always remember that I love you very much. Missing you every day, my one and only. - Infinity

Out of a sudden, He took one of my earpieces out and fitted his earpiece to my ear. The song that was played in his playlist... "What if I told you that I love you Would you tell me that you love me back? What if I told you that I miss you Would you tell me that you miss me back?" He looked at me like he needed an answer. I looked away and hid my smile. He held my hands when the lyrics go like... "What if I told you that I need you Would you tell me that you need me, yeah?" I took away mine from him.

Present. "You didn't fix me. That's not what this is. You just... held the pieces. Stay with me while I figure out how to rebuild. You never rushed me. Never pushed. Just wait. Believed." I swallowed. The tears were coming. "I don't have vows. I just have the truth. The truth is I love you. The truth is I choose you. The truth is I will keep choosing you, every day, for the rest of my life. Not because I have to. Because you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Because you and Ella are my whole heart. Because without you, I'm just pieces. With you, I'm whole."

I LOVE YOU, MY PRETTY BOY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER. That thought echoed in Isla’s mind, a profound realization that felt as though it had been building for years, waiting for this moment to finally emerge. She knew deep down that, eventually, she would find the right time to tell Vincent just how deeply she felt—how, despite everything they had gone through, her love for him had never wavered. She had always known that he was the one for her, and now, with him standing before her, with their love rekindled in such a raw, undeniable way, the words would come soon. She couldn’t hold onto them forever, not when the depth of her feelings was so vast. But for now, she let the moment linger, savoring t

I-I'm still mad at him! I calmed myself and positioned the microphoned in front of me. I started playing. Never too late you can come through I'll be up waiting I don't want nobody but you No hesitating 'Cause every time you leave I fall apart Boy you're the missing pieces of my heart And I tried to let you go but you resist and pull me back And I tried to be alone but you persist I've met my match Proceed with caution, don't be dishonest I need you closer to love me harder

I'm falling for you . . . it's no secret that I'm in love with you between your minimum wage job and sweet lips chapped from the bitter cold that has become my eternity but my god , do i miss the way you crinkled the sheets and poured too much coffee your words came undone with the touch of my lips and your ribs shattered under the weight of the world and all at once you went from everything to nothing and my lungs filled with dirt and the dead flowers that could easily be mistaken for my youth and on the sixteenth day of my brokenness i stitched myself back together ; piece after piece diamonds hiding in the back of my head reminding me of the boy that was once mine // there is no longer a

One that beats for you alone. I loved you then, I love you now, and I will love you in every tomorrow that finds us. Shamelessly, L.S

I said, she stopped laughing, my hand fell to her hip as I rested my other hand above her head, She didn't say word, just stared at me "I Love You so much. We are all a little bit damaged, there's actually something that's broken in us all, but not beyond repair, we just need to find the right person who is the right fit for us, someone whose broken pieces fit our broken pieces just like a puzzle, and we will be whole. You, Fiona Guinevere Kings, you make me whole, I'm so fucking in love with you, I hope my feelings for you will be Always and Forever and I'm so fucking excited because I'm damn ready to love you for the rest of my life, forever" I whispered with so much emotions, I watch as a

Out of sight, out of mind. I had work to do. I wrote for hours. The words poured out of me like venom. I wrote about a girl named Scarlet who lived in a glass tower. I wrote about a greedy uncle who loved money more than blood. I wrote until my fingers cramped and my stomach growled loud enough to echo in the empty penthouse. Lunch. I walked out to the kitchen. On the marble counter, next to the high-end coffee maker, lay a crisp fifty-dollar bill. I stared at it.

Swallowing my fears and uncertainties, I directed my gaze back to Noah, whose anxious demeanour mirrored my inner turmoil. "Yes, Noah. Yes, I will marry you," I finally managed to utter, relief flooding Noah's eyes as he swiftly slipped the ring onto my trembling finger, perhaps fearing my sudden change of heart. The restaurant erupted into a chorus of applause, the vibrant energy of their celebration enveloping us in its warm embrace. Noah enveloped me in a tight embrace, his lips seeking mine in a fervent kiss. "Thank you, Zena. You've made me the happiest man alive," Noah whispered, his voice laced with unbridled joy.