Spread The Love Quotes Novels & Stories

Huminga ako nang malalim, pilit na pinapakalma ang sarili. Tiningnan ko ang repleksyon ko sa salamin. Nakikita ko ‘yung babae na gusto lang maging malaya sa lahat, sa marami at iba’t ibang opinyon ng mundo. Nakakapagod pag palaging ganito. “Maybe love isn’t about who speaks louder. It’s about who listens first.”

I love the rain, the sound, the smell, the feeling it makes you feel na para bang alam niya 'yong kalungkutan na nararamdaman mo and it's there to comfort you. Sining Fedeli: The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never lost that it can't be found... I send him an inspirational quote na sinearch ko pa sa g****e. He replied at nagsend pa ako ulit. I tried to call him dahil baka he needed to hear my voice. Baka lang naman he wanted to talk and I'm free to be his listener whenever.

Hindi agad sumagot si Lucas. Ngunit makalipas ang ilang minuto, pumasok muli ang message. You speak like a poet. Tell me, what does love smell like to you? Napahinto siya. “Love smells like warmth after rain, a scent you’ll never forget even if time tries to wash it away.” “Your perfume and your words, reminds me of someone.”

Sa sobrang saya. " I love you. Love!" Sa sobrang tuwa ko hinalik halikan ko siya sa pisngi. " I love you so much." Sabi niya sakin at niyakap ako. Sana anak siya ni Jerome para maging maayos na ang buhay ni Buchoy at maging para kaming isang pamilya

Until then, please continue believing in love, in hope, and in new beginnings. Take care of yourselves. And never stop chasing the stories that make your heart feel at home. With all my love and endless gratitude, Anne Author ❤️

To more blessings to come! Love lots and enjoy your Holidays!! 💕

Prologue: Could love be made? Iyan ang tema para sa gaganaping valentines program sa paaralan, malalim ang tingin ng limang taong gulang na bata na nagngangalang Alexander Ford Santiago sa blackboard kung saan nakasulat ang mga katagang nabanggit.

Gumanti din naman ito kalaunan. Hindi pa siya tapos kaya kailangan namin magpatuloy. Muli kong nilapat ang likuran niya sa pader. Nagmamadali na ang bawat kilos ko. "Spread it wider, Love.." I demanded in a sensual tone. Sinunod naman niya ko.

Pero masarap kumapit kahit sa tsunami ng emotions. And right there, in our vineyard retreat living room, I realized: maybe love isn’t about peaceful castles. Maybe it's about drenched vineyards under crisis—and choosing to hug each other anyway. **To be continued…**

Love you all guys🫶🫶 Thank you God, for giving me strength and bright ideas from the beginning of my second book and till the end🙏