Reasons Why I Love You Novels & Stories

"You didn't say anything, either. 'Because it's Christmas...?' doesn't exactly explain a lot." Under my breath, I muttered, "Well someone's grumpy this morning." Then replying to his question, I said, "And that's because it doesn't need explaining. Everyone loves Christmas, so I don't exactly have to explain why I love something everyone else does--when my reasons for liking it are basically the same with theirs." "And what reasons are those?" I leaned forward, "Well, you get to spend time with your family for one, and..." I trailed off, looking at him closely. "But you don't have one," I observed quietly.

Their unconditional love for each other could clearly be seen in the way they look at each other's souls. "You know why I love you so much?" Zoey smiled. "Why?" "Because even with my soul shattered, you came to my life like a sun lighting up the darkness within me. And, because I don't know. I don't know why I love you. But, isn't that a good thing? You love someone for no particular reason."

I can't believe that's his stupid theory for letting me be with Christian, "So you don't trust me?" "I love you." I put a palm between our faces when he tries to kiss me. Hmph, he's trying to distract me. He surrenders, "of course I trust you. But I need you to love me not because I love you, but because you love me on your own. Do you know how many times I said I-love-you to girls just because they said it first? I want you to love me for me, not for the idea of having a boyfriend or something."

The only man I wanted to spend forever with. Would he ever be mine? “You still love him. I see.” “I guess. He's just a part of me that can't fade.” “Why do you love him?” I laughed, “There are so many reasons! I mean… I… I love Nikkie for his… wait…” I pulled away from Ryder, and placed a hand on my cheek. Whenever anyone(most times Emily) asked why I liked Nikkie, I could ramble on for an hour about a thousand things I liked about Nikkie.

“No, you don’t, solnyshko. You love me. You love me with a passion so fierce, it terrifies you. You love me because I am a monster, and you are a beautiful, broken thing who needs to be claimed. You love me because I would burn the world to the ground for you. You love me because I would kill every man in your family for you. And you know it.” I just stared at him, my mind a storm of conflicting emotions. The anger, the pain, the love… it all started to build up into a single, unyielding thing. “Why?” I whispered, my voice a little louder, a little stronger. “Why me?” His eyes, which had been so cold, now softened, a raw, desperate love in their depths. He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping

“Why did you do it? Why did you pick me up from the street, treat me, help my business, and take care of me without wanting anything in return? Why are you giving up yourself when you could easily save yourself by killing me? What is your goal? What do you want from all of this? Are you trying to feel good about yourself or something? Or do I look like a charity to you?!” Rising to my feet, my hand moved on its own, connecting with his cheek and shutting him up. Grabbing him by his collar, I brought him down until our noses were inches apart. “You want to hear why I did all that, right?” I retorted. “Well, it’s because I love you, dumbass!” I yelled. I had kept my feelings to myself, but now

"Not because Kain chose you. Not because the Moon Goddess designed this. I love you because you headbutted a wolf in the face to break a chokehold. Because you crawled through a tunnel for strangers. Because you destroyed a syringe that could have made your life easier just because you refused to let someone else control your fate." She's crying. Silent tears tracking down her face. "I love you because you're the most stubborn, infuriating, brave, beautiful person I've ever met," I continue. "And I'll love you whether you bond with me or not. Whether you stay or go. Whether you choose me or choose yourself."

"Bu⁠t you still want it." "Ye​s. God⁠ ye​s." He looked up. Met my‌ eyes. "I lov‍e you. Not becaus⁠e the bond ma⁠ke‍s me. Not because you'r​e Lu‍na. Because you‍'re brave a‌nd s‌tub‍born and be⁠autiful even when you're terrified. Bec‍ause you​ ma‍ke me want to​ be better than I am."

"For you my love. Happy anniversary." THE END.

You are not even looking at this marriage, Hea! His eyes glued on her and voice broke, 'I loved you most of my life and I still love you. I've loved you since the age of 18. You mean so much to me, but the thing is, you're not trying to accept what little I have for you. Can't my love replace his love for you?