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"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

They've simply transformed, expanding rather than competing with my bond with Alexander. Love isn't a finite resource to be carefully rationed between deserving recipients. It's more like light—capable of illuminating multiple subjects simultaneously without diminishing its essential nature. The understanding follows me into dreams filled with silver threads connecting three points in complex, beautiful patterns that feel like prophecy and possibility intertwined.

If you are reading this, I love you, and you matter. And I hope you’re all hungry for more smut! Love, HRH

*The Unexpected Love* In the bustling city of Tokyo, lived a young and ambitious artist named Akira. She was known for her stunning paintings and her passion for her craft. Akira's life was a whirlwind of art exhibitions, classes, and her own studio. One day, while Akira was setting up for an exhibition, she accidentally knocked over a display of sculptures. A handsome stranger rushed to help her, and as their hands touched, Akira felt an unexpected spark. The stranger's name was Taro, a successful businessman with a passion for art. He was immediately drawn to Akira's creativity and enthusiasm.

A faint hum of distant traffic drifts upward, muted and far away. I pour myself a glass of water and stand by the window. The sky is pale, washed in soft gold. I pick up the folded paper from the table where I left it last night. My vows. I unfold it slowly, smoothing the crease with my thumb. The words look different in daylight. Less dramatic. More honest. I read the first line quietly under my breath. I thought love was a negotiation. I pause. That line had taken the longest to write. It felt too revealing at first, too blunt. But it is true.

Using the little strength I have left I flip her over so I am covering her body and take her soft swollen lips with mine in a reverent worshiping kiss. Over the ages sex looses some of its appeal, you need to keep pushing boundaries to find enjoyment, to reinvigorate you but not with my precious Lia, her every touch sends me insane with need. I know I would never tire of her even if we lived forever my need for her infinite, my love infinite.

Well those are absolute lies. Everyone of us is fit to be loved... No matter our stories, our past or our present... Love is never impossible for anyone, we just have to look closely to find it... Who knows, it might just be an apartment away from you... My name is Bliss Carnap and this is where I drop my pen! . THE END

Feeling bored, I started scrolling through my phone when a new text popped up. "You really believe Chris married you out of love? Stop fooling yourself. He only did it to keep his family off his back. Leave him now unless you want me to teach you a lesson." It wasn't hard to guess who sent it. Honestly, I couldn't care less about why Christopher married me. I typed back quickly. "Well, here's hoping you two cheating scumbags stick together forever." Then, I took a screenshot and sent it to Christopher. "So this is your 'unattainable love,' huh? She's just so gentle and sweet. Don't even start accusing me of being the mean one."

"That was made by my daughter in law. It is called the Recipe of Love." "Oh, I thought it's all about food," Asha said, embarrassed. "It's a recipe of the food called love. Let me read it for you." Then Ella turned her head to Ronjon. "It is also for you, young man." "Thank you," said Ronjon as he smiled courteously. Lastly, Ella smiled at Lily, who nodded with thankfulness. "The Recipe of Love To Love someone, you need: A ton of patience, A truckload of kindness,

I continued to read and tried to grasp the lessons from this book. One of the best lessons I have read is that...love is as deep as the ocean, and many lovers try to swim. Most even end up drowning. But in love, there's always hope. The light of hope will slip through the broken cracks. One must hope for love to float up the deep connection lying down on the bottom of the sea. So that one day, it will rise and be lifted up high to the sky, as the birds will sing in triumph and delight. The moment where all the demons, those trying to put love at its lowest, shall surrender to Eros' beautiful wrath and accept love wholly.