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Chapter Eight: Book True love isn't buying roses, giving gifts, cuddling or kissing, but it is the feeling that blooms in your heart, it is the longing of being closer to someone, it is the desire to share and understand. People tell me it's the best feeling, but I'm scared I'm going to get trapped.

She reads a passage from the book and she says: "This is exactly what I've been trying to explain to people for decades. Love isn't a feeling. It's a choice. You choose it over and over." She hugs me when she leaves. That evening, I call Dominic. "The book is working," I tell him. "People are reading it and it's changing their lives. People are understanding that the work is worth it." "Of course it's working," he says. "You wrote the truth. You documented what real love looks like. People need that." When I get home, Dominic is waiting for me. He takes me into his arms and he holds me while I cry from the overwhelming weight of knowing that the book matters. That the work I did to document

. I do not know whether you think like me but that's how it has always been happening in all my love adventures. Rob had multiple partners behind my back. He was a lady's man. Whereas I didn't know this , I was bussy falling in love day by day. One fateful day I visit Rob unannounced and I find a random lady, Rob refuses me to come in his house but I see across his sitting room a lady seated with her legs crossed. Dear reader, I felt pain in my heart. I felt as if it was the last breathe I could take. That's when I realised I had slowly fallen in love. It was too painful, I was so hurt. I cried for 3 days. I ski[[ed school for all those days.. it was so bad for me. The next time, it was m

I love to read them and feel the love my new family is giving me. Love you guys for reading and supporting me. Your Author- Rainal Valentina

I have been loved in ways that called themselves love and were something else entirely. This is what love actually does, it sits across a desk and reads fourteen pages of your handwriting and says yes with the weight of something that needs no qualification. I go back to the writing.

Her anticipation, her love, her need – they all echoed through our connection. "I love you," I whispered against her skin, my actions matching my words as I worshipped her body. Ava's response was a mix of words and feelings, projected directly into my mind. 'I love you too, Callum. So much.' AVA I arched into Callum's touch, my body singing with each caress. His fingers trailed fire across my skin, igniting sparks of pleasure that threatened to consume me. I could feel his love, his devotion, pouring through our bond, and it makes everything more intense.

Love was as real as everything else. It's just you have to wait for the right moment. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The end.

In fact, I just want to cover up a confused brain. What should I do? What should I do? Does Dad know? "Go ahead. I know." Zhang Guowen seemed to hear the panic in her mind. "There are still thirty thousand..." Liu Liu could not stop, almost broke down and cried out. How can this money be enough? Zhang Guowen closed his eyes in Liu Liu's cry. Thirty thousand? He knew Liu Cui would leave, but he didn't expect her to be so cruel. For Zhang Guowen, life has exhausted all his energy. What is love? He doesn't understand. All he knew was that Liu Cui was his woman, he was a man, and he wanted to support the family.

Krystal was there immediately and hugged me. Titian, on the other hand, first cleared the table, since he had understood that I no longer felt like eating. He and Krys were long past that. "You can't choose who you fall in love with. Love isn't a decision, love is just something that finds its way through the darkest of walls,” she said to me in a soothing voice. I couldn't help her either. Nevertheless, I said energetically: "Love is nothing more than for an ass". My friend chuckled at my statement, but immediately apologized to me, which I didn't blame her for. why? At least I had to suppress a smile.

dead leaves rolling across the cobblestones were the only sounds to break the heavy silence that descended upon the square. Eleanorfeltherheartslowslightlybuttheadrenalinecontinuedtopulsethroughherveinsgivinghertheimpressionthattheworldaroundhervibratedwithastrangeenergy. Still frozen in place she gazed at the stranger like a statue etched in the shadows. She wanted to say something to thank him to ask questions but her voice was dry and her words stumbled between gratitude and fear. She was finally able to mutter a barely audible Thank you her voice shaking as she revealed the emotion that was consuming her. The man slowly turned his head in her direction and for the first time a portion o