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Those words… no one has ever asked me to be theirs before, and the prospect of being Jason’s alone thrilled me to my very core. I nod, “I’d like that.” He smiles at my answer then moves in for another kiss, a kiss as my boyfriend. “Okay, to be honest with you, you’re my first boyfriend,” he says and chuckles. “Well, what do you know? You’re my first boyfriend as well,” I tell him with a smile, and I can literally see his eyes twinkling at my words. Is this what your first love is supposed to feel like? Butterflies and blushing?

I wanted to hit the table in frustration with myself. "Isn't that enough to say that I love her?" "Love is like a piece of paper, you can tear it into pieces, but once it's broken? It will never be the same." I grinned at what he said. "Since when did you become a poet?" "It's true, dude." He chuckled at me. "I don't know." I said weakly, then tapped the table, then pressed the rim of the glass against my forehead. "Forget about Isabelle, forget about the other girls." He grinned at me.

, he chuckled a little and everybody else did, “ I wanted to live for him, to dedicate my whole life to making him smile because that was the only way for me to be truly happy. That boy is no other person but you, Dante. You are the one who had stolen my heart and kept it as yours all this while. I know I've done this kind of thing before, and you kinda gave me your reason for not wanting it, but I'm here again, I'm right here Dante, and I want you to be mine” He pushed the bouquet into my hands and I held it. “ Cole…..”, I covered my mouth with my right hand, begging my tear glands to please keep her products in check. “ I don't know what else to say or do, but I think I'll have to borrow t

I ask him urgently. He is still dazed from our sex adventure, looking in love into my happy eyes. “Your question is wrong. Rather ask me when I didn't love you. The answer is never," he whispers against my lips. We cling to each other, our bodies melt into one. “I love you too, Aziel. It went so quickly, but this feeling is so deep," I say softly. “Will you be my boyfriend, faithful and honest and never leave my side?”

I told my new lover about you. How we used to break silence with our stares, targeting each other like guns with hundred bullets. I told my new lover about you. How we argue about table cloths, about which one is better; "A cup of coffee or a tea?" But now I don't drink both. I told my new lover about you. How you inspired me to write poems about the boy I like; not knowing until now that- you were that boy. I told my new lover about you.

I rasped and sent the message. I decided to clean up even if I had no idea what happened, I live here and I have nowhere else to go. Just as I was picking up the glass on the floor I came across a note, it read "For Mac" on it and that is what my boyfriend always calls me. "I'm sorry we had to part ways like this but you must have realized that I never really loved you, I can't keep pretending anymore and we both know that I hate forcing things" What is he talking about?

He kissed her on the lips. " I love you so much too dear husband. Thank you for loving me unconditionally, thank you for taking care of me, you took me to the places that I have never been to. My classmates and friends bow down to me because of you, you are the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. As we start this new journey, may God bless our union and help us to love and care for each other more. May we be the best couple and the evidence that true love still exists."

The intense love I had for her had pushed me to the brink of insanity, but I couldn’t bring myself to grant her forgiveness. In the depths of my soul, a tempestuous love for her brewed, an intoxicating elixir that simultaneously consumed and healed me. Like a potent poison, it coursed through my veins, seeping into every fiber of my being, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. Yet, paradoxically, it was also my medicine, a balm that soothed the wounds of my heart and ignited a fire within me. This love, both a curse and a blessing.

He has a way of soliciting all of these feelings out of me without even trying. "You can't tell me what to do. You're not my boyfriend, you're not my dad. You're nothing to me." I say and he kisses me again. This time he goes all in. His lips cover mine and I lean in. I feel his tongue touch my lips softly and I open my lips slightly and he plunges his tongue into my mouth deepening the kiss. For what feels like a moment of madness we kiss so deeply I feel like I'm floating. My heart is beating all through my body.

Until that moment, I will hold onto the memories we've created, cherishing every touch, every word, every tender kiss. In the stillness of the room, I can feel the weight of Aayu's love enveloping me, wrapping around my soul like a warm embrace. It is a love that defies boundaries, a love that knows no limits. I close my eyes, and I whisper into the universe, expressing my gratitude for this extraordinary love that has found its way into my life.