Novel & Cerita The Best Love

"I want to be with you. I want you to be the only one." Tears spilled down my face. "But I'm not enough." He wiped my cheek. "The condition for being loved isn't being the best. It's being you."

"No matter how I treated you before, you always forgave me. Why can't you forgive me this time?" Her last words turned into a desperate scream. This time, Carter didn't reply. When he finally spoke again, his calm gaze carried a faint sadness. "Because I've realized that I might have loved the wrong person for the past eight years." He had fallen in love with the Misty of eight years ago—not the Misty who had become unrecognizable after marriage as she grieved the loss of Zach. His words were like a dagger, cutting straight to the heart. He had ruthlessly brushed off their past eight years together.

Carina looked at Castor apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Castor, but I won't be thinking about marriage anymore after my divorce. I will just continue focusing and spending all my time and effort on the orphanage and the kids here. "You're still young. There will be plenty of other young women who like you. You don't have to waste any of your time on a divorcee like me." Carina left after that. However, her words only made Aster feel even more hurt. The pain felt worse than death itself. In the end, the villain who made Carina no longer believe in love or marriage was himself. He was the one who did this to her. He had hurt Carina and made her lose hope in love.

“Love is a being, that starts off as an unchecked feeling. A feeling to care, assist, be passionate, compromise, support and hold unto. But then it turned to a choice. A choice to be patient, to not be arrogant, nor boastful, to bear and to hope for eternity with that someone, while still holding onto those unchecked emotions. He so passionately defines, sinking me into depths of it, I had no clue about. “You seem to have been in love before ?“ I ask, watching his gaze fade in, fixing itself upon the ground. He seems lost, lost in his memory of someone, or something that's resurfaced before him. “Yes” Thane says through his breath “he was the best of anyone I had met, the best anyone could g

“That loving each other no longer costs us ourselves.” God. Silence wrapped fully around them after that. Because yes. Old love demanded shrinking. Suppressing. Surviving. Healthy love expanded them instead. Elena looked toward the rain-covered windows quietly. Then softly: “I think we made it too.” God. The simplicity of that sentence emotionally shattered something tender inside him. Because after everything— they really had. Not into perfection. Not into fantasy. Into peace. Adrian tilted her chin gently toward him. “You know what the best part is?”

I screamed as I started to see stars, our bodies moulding together as we passionately fucked, and I felt more loved than I've ever felt. "I love you," I gasped as he pounded the final thrust that made me explode on his dick, which made him explode soon after. We panted as we caught our breaths, laying in eachother's arms. He smiled, his eyes hooded as he caressed my face, "That was the best sex of my life." "Mine too," I smiled at him, pulling closer to kiss him deeply. The man that I thought was incapable of loving loved me, and everything that was wrong with the world, became ten times better than it had ever been.

And that realization terrified her. Daniel reached for her hand, but Maya gently pulled it away. "I think I need to go home." He stared at her for several seconds before nodding. "Okay." Maya turned toward the door, her heart breaking with every step. She had waited seven years to be reunited with Daniel. Yet tonight, when she finally had the chance to be close to him again, her heart had betrayed her. Because the man she couldn't stop remembering wasn't Daniel. It was Adrian. And for the first time, Maya was forced to face the question she had been running from. Had she already fallen in love with her husband's best friend?

I knew very well that Everett would continue to go on and on about how qualified she was until I budged and chose her for the job. Worse was that despite our mutual dislike for each other, I could not very well fault her. She really was the best choice. “Okay. Alright, fine,” I said, giving up. “I’ll give this a chance if she will.” Everett burst into a cackle, and I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at it in shock. I did not realize I had said anything funny. “What is it now?” I asked. “That is exactly what she said too! You know, for people who claim to hate each other so much, maybe you guys are more alike than you think,” he said, still snickering. “Yin and Yang?”

Thalia They say that loving and being loved back bring out the best version of people and they were so right. I mean, ‘they’ in this context was me because yes, I came up with that. loving and being loved back really doesn’t bring out the best version of anyone and I have plenty of evidence. For one, my friends, all three of them have lovers who love and care for them so deeply that I would have been envious if I didn’t have two gorgeous lovers who love me so much and never cease to remind me just how much they love me.

"Exactly. I'm annoyed with my mother for wanting me to move on. She loved Ang, too. My whole family did. How can they want me to replace her now? What kind of man would I be if stopped loving her because she's dead?" "And yet . . ." The priest shifted in his chair. "We tend to speak of love as though it is static, when those of us who know it best realize that love is a little bit like water in a fast-moving stream-constantly changing and carving out new banks. I bet you'd agree that your feelings for Angela when you first met as high school freshmen were completely different than your love for her by the time you got married. And then again by the time she died. Love must continue to find n