Short About Love Novels & Stories

Not love. Possibility.

"What is it?" "When we got married the first time, six years ago, I loved you. But I didn't fully understand what love meant. I thought love was about passion and attraction and wanting to be with someone." He paused, his thumbs rubbing circles on the backs of my hands. "But now I know that love is so much more than that. Love is choosing someone every day, even when it's hard. Love is fighting for someone when the whole world is against you. Love is believing in someone even when the evidence says you shouldn't. Love is sacrifice and trust and commitment and patience and forgiveness." Tears were already streaming down my face.

The end is near! Much Love. Cara

It was peppered with numerous love emoticons, XOs and exclamation marks. The day I fell in love. I'd been fifteen. 'Dear. Aylaaaaaa! I've fallen in love! I'd thought I wouldn't be able to do so after that last incident, but apparently he doesn't have much hold over my heart as I'd once estimated. Jokes on the twerp! I'm so sorry but I'm about to go a little poetic on you. Love. Love. Love. What is love? Love is defined as indefinable.

In shorter words is also a deep, tender feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship or a sense of oneness. We all get at least three epic loves, or at least study shows that we do, the first love; childhood love. The all-consuming puppy love, The guy that was the first everything, the first crush, the first few butterflies, the first few blushes, the first few quickly things we do when we're too nervous to interact with someone because you're feeling something bigger than yourself the love that we think lasts forever — but eventually we grow apart we move on.

Love. Love. Love.

With Love, The Cloud.

Lana watched people move around her as she walked to the Cafe. She always loved people-watching. Everyone seemed to bustle about, yelling and laughing. She smiled to herself as she saw a little girl in a sundress dance around her mother up ahead. Everyone was the main character in their own lives. Her pocket started to vibrate, and she took out her phone to look at it, smiling at the name on the screen. She slid the answer button across and held her phone to her ear.

Because that's what true love is all about. The End!

she told me her desires. This girl is very immature. "Rabia, sit here," I said and she immediately sat beside me. "Love is not about shopping and partying. Love is... Love is all about giving, taking care of each other, taking out time for each other in busy days, giving priority to each other, be there for each in hard times." Flashback Teenage Sahir and Zoya Zoya was sitting there alone in the college washroom. She heard the chaos and cheering on the loudspeaker outside. The college fest has been already started.