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VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

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HEY GUYS, I'VE DECIDED TO START POSTING LITTLE POEMS WHICH I WROTE DURING THE COURSE OF WRITING THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. ROMANCE What is romance, yeah yeah yeah Where is romance Isn't it here? Is it a knight in shinning armor Can I ever see it? Can I ever experience it? I want my own romance With my most romantic fantasy Filled with dreams that May not come to pass But I can't stop fantasizing

The tender words he spoke earlier lingered in the air, intertwining with the rhythm of our hearts. With a hint of anticipation in his voice, Roman reached out to me, his fingers gently intertwining with mine. The touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a spark of longing deep within me. In that moment, words seemed inadequate, unable to capture the depth of our emotions. We spoke a language of touch, of subtle gestures and stolen glances that spoke volumes.

With a deep breath, I turned the first page of the romance novel, eager to immerse myself in its tender tale. The story unfolded like a delicate dance, a waltz of whispered promises and stolen glances. Each word painted a vivid picture in my mind, transporting me to a realm where love bloomed like flowers in spring. With every chapter, I found myself drawn deeper into the lives of the characters, their emotions becoming entwined with my own.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

Amidst the hallowed silence of the church and the palpable presence of love that surrounded them, Elena's words resonated with the timeless promise of forever. As Aaron stood before Elena, the weight of his emotions hung heavy in the air, his words a poignant reflection of the depth of his feelings. With each syllable, he peeled back the layers of his soul, revealing a raw vulnerability that stirred something deep within him. "I would not know how to name my feelings for you. Simply saying it's passion, or even the infamous love, would be too summarized. It would be cliché because even the oldest romances have spoken about the act of loving. Therefore, I want to share some information with y

His hands moved over me like he couldn’t get close enough, and the rhythm of rain outside seemed to echo the quiet urgency between us. When I finally pulled back, breathless, I whispered, “You’re impossible, you know that?” Roman smiled, his eyes dark and bright all at once. “You married impossible.” We stayed tangled together on the couch for a long time, the fire crackling low. He traced invisible shapes on my thigh, his voice a husky whisper in the quiet. “You know,” he said, “I used to think love was something you had to earn. Something that came with conditions. But with you… it just exists. Like breathing.”

Malisa said with a raised eyebrow. " Of course not, sis! I am just twelve! " " If you say so... Miss twelve years old. " " So, sis? " " Well... Romance comes after love... It's the most exciting, mysterious and intruding part of any intimate relationship. " " Okay... So without love there can be no romance? " " Possibly... Though it's possible to feel attracted to someone, you know the butterflies in the belly, the skipping of the heart beat, the red cheeks, and continuous thinking of the fella. "

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"