Serendipitous Love Meaning Novels & Stories

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Ian reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. "Kiara, fame and fortune may be a part of my life, but they don't define who I am or who I can love," he said softly. "What matters to me is the connection, the chemistry, and the genuine connection we share. I see beyond the superficial labels and see you for the amazing person you are. And like I earlier said, you're not ordinary."

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

“Why would you say that?” She let out a little sigh and sort of shrugged. “Well, I’m just thinking, maybe the forest was waiting for someone who was interested in finding her true love, someone who was worthy of a pure, romantic love, to come along, and that’s what triggered the ability for all of us to actually link with our fated mates again. It was so rare before, I can’t even think of an example of it happening, but… I don’t know… I just think that something is different.”

“Love is like a berries… there are different kinds of it. Strawberry, raspberry, blueberry and blackberry. Lets not talk about what other berries are there.. I not know. But… then… let us stick with those three.” “Wow mom, don’t tell me you find out the relationship of love to berries? That’s… incredible…” “Silly. Hear me out first.” “Oops, sorry… I am just amaze…” ”Love is like those berries. Just like how Strawberry represent young love. Raspberry represent deep love. Blueberry represent a love that is build with hardship. Lastly, blackberry who is a fruit of a dark love. It can be pale pink but sometimes it is red. When it is red… it is sweet. When it is ripe, it taste the best. Just lik

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”

This was sounding a lot like a new episode in one of those soap operas Taylor liked. “Can it be one word?” I asked unenthusiasticly “Well, actually it's never been one word before but then there is no rule saying it shouldn't be one word.” He seemed to be muttering to himself while stroking his chin. “But isn't one word too small to explain the love you two are supposed…” “Serendipity.” I cut into his words immediately. “The theme is serendipity and the color is white and grey. Anything else.”

“I’ve been called worse.” “You’ve been called better,” Corey suggested. “I think your father had it spot on when he named you Serendipity.” She smiled serenely at him for a moment before she finally said, “You know, Serendipity doesn’t just mean ‘luck’ or ‘good fortune’ as so many people think. Firstly, it means to find good luck and good fortune by accident. And I’m afraid, for most of my life, I’ve only stumbled into the accident part and never the fortune part. I think, however, perhaps my luck is changing a bit.”

"It wasn't because of the rut. It's because I realize that I love you." Ariadne swallows, eyes popping open, pupils so wide her blue eyes look black. "You don't know what you're saying. I would take your words more seriously if you didn't look high as the Empire State." "You can blame it on the rut if it makes you feel better," Victor says, not skipping a beat, resting his free hand on Ariadne's shoulder, giving the thing a gentle squeeze. "But I know how I feel. Meeting you was… serendipity. It was providence."

he retorted helplessly, gently brushing her pert nose with his index finger. “How is this gossip? You obviously felt something the other day. Why don’t I help you by finding out news about that girl?” she asked with an eager smile while tugging at his sleeve. “All right, all right. Stop making a fuss,” Leon interjected. To him, relationships were all based on serendipity. It would last if it was meant to be. Love should never be forced but allowed to develop naturally. If they were fated to be together, it would happen sooner or later.