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“It's hard to believe, I know, but I did tell you I've never felt this way towards any woman before. I grew up in an era where it was sacred to remain chaste till you are married, so, I never got intimate with any woman. Ever since I became a vampire, I often wondered if there was a positive side to my predicament and the only positive thing I could think about, was falling in love. But after a century, I started to wonder if it would ever happen, until I met you. Then, everything changed. I started to feel things I'd never felt before and I just knew that it had to be you.” “You're in love with me?” I asked. “I adore you, I want to protect you, I don't want to ever see you get hurt, I think

"It's like out of nowhere, we would just find ourselves believing in things we never really gave a single fuck to begin with. We become people who are more accepting, especially of the flaws that the people we love have. We feel complete just to stand by their side." "Love," he trailed off, making her shift her whole attention to him, careful not to let the salty droplets from the corner of her eyes to spill. "Love is supposed to change you into a better you. To make you happy without any kind of reservations. It's supposed to make you, not break you." And just then, Eunae could no longer see the man clearly as her vision turned blurry. Blinking her tears away and inhaling deeply, she tried

He said. “OMG, Chris is here!!!” Maria said while jumping up and down. Valeriana laughed, “Do you like him that much?” She asked. “More than my life! He’s the love of my life!!!” Maria said while touching the left side of her chest. Valeriana giggled. Valeriana

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

I squeezed her tightly against me, feeling our unborn children between us. Rain started glowing brightly, almost as bright as the sun. She engulfed me in it, causing me to feel the absolute bliss she was feeling, both of us glowing bright. We illuminated the night sky before us. "I love you Nate Viseron." "I love you Rain Lancaster. "

“And if I refuse to answer your questions that deserve explanations, it would seem I disliked your requirements. And it would seem the act of ignoring a strange love from a strange lover… but I would feel so good to lean against you and feel your strength. So good to feel your arms close around me and know that for these few moments I am safe. I almost feel as if I could stay here with you forever. But I suspect the love of men in a party; it starts in good and ends in fiasco.” “Vivian,” John began. “A strange love from a strange lover should not be instantly rejected and neither would the request of the one who offered the love be rushed at. Love is a delicate thing, meant to be nurtured, a

But I know this version of me is learning something essential: Love isn’t proven by proximity. It’s proven by what you do with the distance.

I felt loved, truly loved. Rohan's fingers tracing the curves of my thighs, sending shivers down my spine. His touch, gentle yet electrifying, igniting a flame within me. My moans fill the room as he presses my breasts together, his lips sucking each nipple in turn. Every caress, every kiss, fills me with longing. Squeezing, groping, his hands worship my body. This isn't just desire; it's love, pure and true. Valerie's absence a blessing, allowing us to revel in our passion without interruption. No shadows, no doubts, just us.

"Here's your order!" *** After drinking my coffee, I entered my class. I found my friends having fun. Mildred, Amy, and Rosie. I greeted them. "Hey, what's up?" "Perlm, where have you been?" "Valentine's discount!" I laughed. We casually had fun while waiting for the professor to enter. We're in our fourth year of college, and yes, their dreams are close to coming true. Me? I don't know. I lost my dream. It disappeared like a bubble when the man I loved left me.

"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 new dimensions, or it becomes stale." "Yeah, I guess I can see that." I remembered the thrill of new love, of how I'd felt when Ang and I had first started dating. The first time she kissed me. The first time we went all the way, both of us virgins, both of us certai