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In my head, he didn’t move; he let me come to him. I reached out, my palm finding his chest. He felt impossibly solid—warm, broad, and with the steady rhythm of a heart beneath the fabric of his shirt. I let my forehead rest against his shoulder, closing my eyes. “I hate you for it,” I confessed, my voice a jagged thread. “I hate that you’re the only thing I can see. I hate that I call you ‘Dad’ in front of her while I’m dying to touch you like this. Even when Hunter touches me, I’m still reaching for your ghost. You’ve ruined everything. I’m empty, Dave. There’s nothing left of me that isn’t yours.”

"When someone tells me their husband isn't as loving anymore... my first question wouldn't be 'What did he stop giving you?'" She shook her head. "My first question would be... 'What happened between both of you?'" Silence. "Because marriage isn't only about receiving. It's also about giving." She met Jovi's eyes. "Sometimes giving means listening. It means apologizing first even we didn't feel like we did something wrong. And sometimes it means learning to love someone in the way they understand." She smiled and took a glance of her reflection. "We all need love. We all have different love language. Our love doesn't always look the same. Some people need words. Some people need time. Some n

“Sorry for asking that.” “Baby, you need to understand that you're so much more important than all these. How could I freaking leave the house when you're having a bad day.” Of course I knew there was no way he would leave the house. I didn't know who I was clowning when I decided to ask that question. “Thank you.” I appreciated, a smile finding its way to my lips. Words of affirmation was my primary love language and Stefano never failed to show that he understood that. His words had way of uplifting me, bringing back to Life when I thought I was dead. His words had a way of showering light in my life when I thought everything was bleak.

" I couldn't believe he thought he could win my forgiveness with a simple, belated apology. "So, you do care about our child, after all," I said, snorting as my lips curled in contempt. "Did you forget how you said I was being dramatic when I begged you to come over and sign the hospital paperwork when I nearly miscarried? "You were happy to help Charlotte and Amanda and tend to their needs. I was pregnant, yet you told me to get up in the middle of the night to gather essentials for them. "You had me slaving away in the kitchen to make them food on a hot summer day. Did you ever stop to think about our child then?"

My heart, the traitorous thing that it was, continued to yearn, to hope for something that Calix had explicitly stated he could not, would not, offer. My love language, the quiet way I showed affection, had always been acts of service. It was how I expressed care, felt useful, and connected with people on a deeper level. And as my feelings for Calix deepened, this instinct became almost unbearable. I wanted to do things for him, ease his burdens, and show him, in small, subtle ways, that I cared. He was always in one meeting or the other, endless calls, and always working later, rarely pausing for breath. I knew he had staff for everything, but there was a quiet, almost desperate need in me

Their love story would be remembered for generations to come, a testament to the power of true partnership. *The Family's Story* The family's story became a treasured legacy, a reminder of the importance of love, family, and community. Akira, Taro, Kenji, Yumi, and the grandchildren knew that their bond would endure, a source of strength and inspiration in times of joy and challenge. *A Bright Future* As the family looked to the future, they knew that their love and support for each other would remain constant. They'd face challenges, celebrate triumphs, and create new memories together. The family's story would continue, a testament to the power of love and connection

She tried to work, but the numbers seemed to be playing tricks on her eyes. She tried to read a book she had some interest in a while ago. She had not been able to read more than a few pages before she stopped. So she felt she might as well try to read it. Maybe it would help calm her down. But the moment she saw the word love in the title, The 5 Love Languages, it only worsened her angst. She gave herself a pep talk as she stood up from the seating area. She was just going back to her desk with the determination to get some work done when she heard whispers from outside her door.

“I don’t need anything extravagant. If I’m with someone I actually enjoy being around… which is you… that’s enough.” My cheeks warmed. When had this man become so shamelessly sweet? My cheeks reddened. He took the phone and read the next question. “What’s your love language?” My yawns were getting harder to hide. “Acts of service, I guess… and quality time. Maybe physical touch too.” His grin widened. “Mine is physical touch… from you… you wouldn’t believe me if I told you I used to get repulsed by most touching.” With a reputation like his again… I would believe anything.

He said I wonder how much time God has spent on this guy cause I see absolutely no defective part in him. How much more perfect can one human get than this? This genuinely won my heart. Even though he said that he'll make sure Nishant doesn't get any free time yet he is overworking himself so his best friend could actually get free time. He is the type of person who'll show their love by actions. Words don't work for him, he shows his feelings by actions that's why his love language is physical touch i*.

Did I even mean anything to him? “Whenever I felt down or distressed or sad, Fredrick always showed up with something in his hand.” I tell Roman. “I thought his love language was giving gifts or something like that. A bottle of water on a hot day here, hot chocolate on a rainy evening there, soft kisses that steal my breath away. Mind you, that is also a symptom.” I shake my head. “Early morning coffee, afternoon flowers, late night sex.” Is it because my memories seem like they all occurred yesterday? I think I miss him.