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That helps a ton in the long run, trust me — I say, pointing a finger at him. — What’s that? — he asks, making me lean back so I can see him better. — You don’t know the five love languages? — I ask, mouth open. — How would I know that? — he asks, shrugging. — Fair — I mutter, relaxing again. — Let me look it up real quick because I don’t remember exactly what some of them are called — I say, typing on my phone. — Okay, so there’s: words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. That’s five, right? Yes, five — I say before putting my phone away.

Ev shoots back at me and I drop the towel, my eyes crinkling as I think on his words. "What do you mean? I'm nice to people." I snap. Ev snorts on the other end. "I'm nice to you." I add. "Are you?" he asks. "Or have I just learned that sarcasm is your love language?" he asks. "What the fuck is a love language?" I ask, wiping down the kitchen counters and shoving the few dirty dishes in my sink into the dishwasher I never use. "It's how people interpret love. There are five of them. One is words of affirmation-" he starts but I cut him off.

i smiled and got out from the bed to read the note. FROM Your handsome husband, TO My loving wife, SUBJECT: Hi babe, Sorry for leaving so early. I have some important meetings with board members. Get discharge letters from hospital soon. George is coming there to pick up you. Waiting for you so badly..... YOUR'S LOVINGLY, AIDEN BLACK. I read it and laughed so badly... Oh god..... my stomach hurts. Then, i sat and ate my breakfast because i felt so hungry in this early morning. Suddenly, i noticed someone entering inside.

"I tried my best Lauren. I tried really hard not to make myself fall in love with you but I failed because I couldn't resist you." "You're beautiful, you're hardworking, you're smart, you motivate me, you advise me, you bring out the best in me, you take care of me, you make sure I go for my monthly check-up when I don't want to go, you cheer me up when I lose deals worth billions of dollars, you take very good care of me, you like me and I'm sure you love me too." "Accepting the fact that I love you is one of the hardest things I've ever had to accept to myself. And telling you about it is even harder. Lauren, please fight for me as I've planned to fight for you."

"That was made by my daughter in law. It is called the Recipe of Love." "Oh, I thought it's all about food," Asha said, embarrassed. "It's a recipe of the food called love. Let me read it for you." Then Ella turned her head to Ronjon. "It is also for you, young man." "Thank you," said Ronjon as he smiled courteously. Lastly, Ella smiled at Lily, who nodded with thankfulness. "The Recipe of Love To Love someone, you need: A ton of patience, A truckload of kindness,

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He looks at me again and looks back at the papers. "So?" I frown, "You don't expect me to just stay silent and do nothing. This is school, not freaking jail." I snap at him. "If you're going to put me in detention, you just have to expect disturbances because I'm not going to fucking sit down like a lost puppy and listen to you order me around." "Language, Miss Willow." he says and finally puts the papers on his desk away and back into the drawer where they belong. He leans on his elbows propped up on his desk and cups his face in his hands.

I don't think he would wait this long, but I still feel a little disappointed to find that out. When I finally check my phone, it's right on my nightstand, already plugged in. These are the sort of details he has with me that help me believe he's in love with me. His love language consists of helping me do small chores, get things ready for me, it's all about acts of service. As a child who had to be responsible for himself from day one, it's the best feeling in the world. I bounced around from foster family to faster family and care homes in between so much that I had to learn how to be an independent being from back when I was like six.

"He is dead." Grace stared at her, not believing what she heard. "He gave me a photo of you, that has an address on it and told me to find you." she paused before bringing out a handwritten letter that was written by her Papa for her mother. In it were his last words and he asked her to give it to her mother. "he said I should hand this to you." Grace Luther read through the letter with a frown; Dear, Gracey.

I thought he would be the man who would marry me despite my condition. I decided to break things up with Rex. As for my nurse… “Miss… I didn't mean to hurt you…” She said while crying. “What?! Are you kidding me?” I shouted furiously. “Is it… is it immoral to love? Am I that sinful just because I gave that man the things you couldn't give him? In a year of being your nurse, I understand what he's been through.” I guided my wheelchair towards her direction, I tried to stand in front of her with all my will. I grasped a post shakingly to stand and to say this to her face: