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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

The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros

I said to myself… SHADRACH’S POV… Love is actually a wonderful thing, who could believe our story with Michael will take such an unexpected turn? I never imagined doing this with him; I always thought that he will be the last person that will come to my heart when it comes to relationships because I hated him with passion. But here I am, thinking all about him, and couldn’t even be myself just for a few days that he wasn’t around.

No good reason yet, at least. The humans wrote so much about love at first sight. I always thought they got the notion from the fantastical rumors of mates us paranormals had. Now, though, I was wondering. Was the idea of what could be really good enough to shape a future around? I stopped in front of The Unity Prophecy to read it. And reread it. The letters were flickering with such reckless abandon it was nearly difficult to decipher. Even if the words were committed to staying on the page, though, it would have provided no answers.

I would cross the chasm that separated reality from perception, weaving through the tapestry of life until I found the truth that my heart whispered relentlessly. Whether I would find Athara or simply a glimmer of her essence, I did not know. But what I knew with every fiber of my being was that love had the power to bridge the void, to reignite the flame of hope, and to lead us on a path where miracles await. I sounded unrealistic but who cares… my love for my wife is more than fantasy that I'm believing.

'Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that. And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make, one day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without and find that breath is of little consequence.' ❤❤❤❤ CROSSING JASON'S PATH ❤❤❤❤

He gripped it so hard I feared my hair would rip out. “What are you reading?” Theo asks as he draws patterns on my bare stomach. We’re lying naked in bed. It’s difficult to stand up immediately after the energy-draining activity we shared. I picked up my phone to read a book while I waited for my body to recharge so I could take a shower. “Just a human book.” “You love reading those,” Theo says, burying his nose in the nape of my neck. “They’re interesting. It’s so nice how they build feelings for someone from a mere crush all the way to love.”

By the time they were found, neither had a pulse. Life without Edward turned out to be blissful with Thomas. The memory of Edward faded from my mind. One day, curled up in Thomas's embrace, I turned to him and asked, "Darling, why did you keep loving me all those years even after I turned you down?" Thomas gave my nose an affectionate tap. "Silly girl, you're my soulmate, my one and only. Who else would I love if not you?" I snuggled into his arms, my eyes brimming with joyful tears.

the Author shouted, her ivory fingers coming down onto the keys of her floating desk with the force of a thunderclap. The text around us began to rewrite itself. The word "LOVE" was systematically replaced by the word "LIEN." The word "MERCY" became "MARGIN." The New Wild was being edited out of existence in real-time, the willow pavilion outside the chasm beginning to scream as its roots were turned back into silicon data-pipes.

Kissed down her body. "Again?" she asked. "Again." I made love to her slowly. Thoroughly. Celebrating. When we finally finished. Both utterly spent. We lay tangled together. Sheets twisted. Bodies sticky. Happy. I reached for water on her nightstand. Knocked something. Her laptop. Screen lit up. I glanced. Couldn't help it. Document open. Title visible. "Teaching My Virgin Lover: A Memoir by Dr. Delilah Santos" I stared. Read it again. Making sure.