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my chest was hit with a pang of guilt, “you didn't have to do this,” “Why?” “Well because…” We had never explicitly said we wouldn't try long distance relationship, but we both knew that wouldn't work out. Varian was big on physical touch, it was his main love language. I couldn't bear to imagine him physically craving for me till it hurt, and I would miss him terribly too. Perhaps it worked out for others, but definitely not us. “It's nothing, thank you…” He pressed a kiss of the back of my head; “You're welcome,”

That wall vanished into thin air with the shift. They are the happiest they have ever been. Theo seeks her out at every possible moment he can. His love language is touch, she noticed. Even when they are in public, he would graze the sleeves of her dress, sometimes her hair to make his presence known, as if she would ever need a reminder.

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.

She understands her mans love language is communication amongst other things but she's not ready, yet. "Yes. A lot. But I do not want to get into it. Noah. I l-love you and I have never said that to anyone before nor have I even put it to thought, that was before you. I tried not to admit that to myself, but I do love you. Noah, please for now please trust my words- my heart. There are without a doubt many stories of my life that are just on me and has nothing to do with how I feel about you."

It's really heartbreaking! She remembered how she had desperately wanted this kind of affection from him in her past life. Love had blinded her until just before her passing. 'He doesn't love me! He desires power and status! His true feelings are always for Jadie, never for me! Even the smallest kindness he shows me is all fake.'

I kissed her on the forehead, a love language I recently learned from reading articles talking about how to convince and win back the love and trust of your wife. "I am sorry for all the past experiences. But I will become better. I will introduce romance in our lives and be more expressive. I want to be the husband you pictured me being for you. I want to love you, Claire." There was a heart shattering silence between us. I had so much to say but very less of that having the chance of being heard. Claire was lost in a thought I wanted to pull her out of. I tried different ways to distract her. I nuzzled her neck, kissed her forehead, and even hugged her tightly.

I felt my cheeks warming up because of that. “I-I want to engage with you in that way, but I feel like I am not attractive enough because I am immature, ugly, and—” Lowell cupped my mouth before caressing my cheeks, “You have to stop talking because you are hurting me with your words.” “I love everything about you, what is there to hate?” He added, making my eyes widen as he pulled me inside of his room. “T-Then why? Why are we not kissing and hugging a lot when you know physical touch is my love language!” I sobbed.

My mouth just fell open when he held my hand. "Biv, I've waited for you for five long years. And I'm done waiting. If your feelings for me have changed, I don't care. I'll just have to make you fall in love with me again. And this time, I won't let anyone come between us. If necessary, I will date your mom too, so be it. I will do it.” I shook my head. "I'm so sorry, Oxem. For everything. To tell you the truth, I was only able to do that before because I needed mom's company. I didn't love Leo, or anythi—”

She suddenly didn't want to hear his voice at that moment, she didn’t want anything to do with that man at that point. She sighed and answered. "It's the same universal love language: the act of spending quality time together, the daily words of affirmation, the random gifts, different beautiful acts of service, and the last one is physical touch." She answered beautifully, and smiled. She realized she still remembered it in detail.

She started excitedly, ticking one question after the other in her mind. "Probably," he shrugged. "We usually tend to give everything for the person we love," he stopped as she looked at her with a smile. "But of course, not entirely to the point where you won't have anything left." Suddenly, color seemed to drain from her face and the excitement rushing through her bloodstream popped like a bubble that ceased to exist. And as if seeing through her, his smile slowly vanished as he looked at her with narrowing eyes, "Love is giving everything you can offer, not giving everything you have. You can't empty yourself to fill someone else's holes because you'll surely lose yourself when you do tha