Romans & histoires She Said She Love Me Whatever That Means

I spit. "Why do you keep comparing love with money? Just because you didn't get your shares doesn't mean they don't love you. Love isn't shown by materialistic things," she explains as if she has done a PhD on love. "First of all stop using the 'love' word. And secondly, for me it's only materialistic," I argue. "I don't wanna waste my time on explaining to you," she makes a blank face. She says this every time but again a few days later she starts explaining some shit to me.

, She justified. " I don't care whether it's love, lust, passion or desire. You can call it whatever you want. I just know one thing that I can't live without her and one could snatch her so easily from me. She is meant for me just for me ", I said with a dark voice.

she informed me. "Enjoy your meal, then." "OK, see you later. Bye," she replied and cut the call. She didn't even say" I love you to me? I am getting crazy, I even see that small thing. Wait, is that even a small thing? I think not. Saying she loves me will complete my day and I hope it was the same for her. I shook my head after and leaned back before I closed my eyes.

She said. I moved closer to her and kissed her. "It worth it. I'll never disappointed you more than I have do." I says. "Do you know that have some other meaning?" "How baby?" I asked. She replied. "It means you won't disappoint me up to what had happened, but you could still do to an extent. That do what it means."

her friend said wisely seeing her frenzied state. “Right. And I don’t love him,” Rhea repeated stubbornly. “So you said. Are you sure about those feelings? I mean it’s a “hell no way” or “hell maybe” kinda thing?” “Hell no way! Zo, come on! It’s Adam we’re talking about, remember?” “Yeah exactly!”

"Even if it means me leaving you for good." "You... You'll do that?" She stuttered, her eyes growing wide a bit. Stiffly, my head bobbed up and down. "They say if you love someone or something, you set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If it doesn't... You know the answer." She faced forward, her hand squeezing her arms. Then she turned to me, her voice small, "You said 'love'." She looked into my eyes, "does that mean you love me?"

she mur‍mur⁠ed. “Co‌uld’ve been‍ worse,” I said. “I didn’t throw a‍nyone out a window.‍” “That’s pr⁠ogress,‌” she tease⁠d. I smiled faintly, turning to loo‍k at her. “They don’t underst⁠and what thi‍s mean‍s to me.” “Then stop trying to make them,” she said simply. “You don’t‌ owe anyone an explanation for who you love.‍”

she asked. I didn't need to ask what she meant. I knew every word she was referring to, in every room they'd been spoken in, across every version of this story we'd been living. "Every part of loving you was real," I said. She stood in the doorway for a moment longer.

"It's not sudden at all. I'm always saying I love you, but you haven't said it back... I mean, I like the I hate you version too—" She yanked her hand away, cutting my words off. "I hate you means I hate you, and nothing else!" I nodded, my mouth twitching. "If you say so." "I mean it! I don't love you at all," she yelled, then scowled as I nodded again. She huffed out a breath. "Fine. You can believe what you want. It has nothing to do with me." She was so cute when she was mad, I just wanted to squish her

“Whαt did you sαy?” “I sαid I never loved you‚” she repeαted‚ eαch word like α slαp. “You don’t meαn αnything to me now. Nothing. I don’t cαre αbout you‚ I don’t cαre whαt you think of me‚ I don’t even cαre enough to hαte you αnymore.” My pαlm collided with her cheek before I even reαlized I’d moved.