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"Here's your order!" *** After drinking my coffee, I entered my class. I found my friends having fun. Mildred, Amy, and Rosie. I greeted them. "Hey, what's up?" "Perlm, where have you been?" "Valentine's discount!" I laughed. We casually had fun while waiting for the professor to enter. We're in our fourth year of college, and yes, their dreams are close to coming true. Me? I don't know. I lost my dream. It disappeared like a bubble when the man I loved left me.

Perhaps those words were what she had been waiting for all along as she broke down as soon as she heard them. Love, She heard it covers everything. The thirteenth chapter in the book of the first Corinthians explained it so well, as it said, " If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn’t love oth

“ I..uh….thought you had lost your interest in me because you didn’t act like a love sick puppy all the time….that i expected you to be….….…i wanted you to be clingy to me…..because i thought that’s how people in love would do…..but maybe your love language was different than mine…..your silence meant a lot but i never asked and when you talked i never really listened to you even though i was just beside you…..” “ i failed to notice that with time your love had matured and strengthen that no doubts or insecurities could crack it….unlike mine…. Your love for me was still the same, it’s just your ways of expressing that had changed……you had never questioned me on being friend with my femal

Money had never been a problem for me but love has always been. Once I arrived at the company, I parked my car and then head to my office. Walking into the building, as usual, I was greeted with numerous smiles, greetings, and whispers. I opened the door to my cabin there he was standing right in front of me with an angry face "You are late, Miss manager" He said. I walked in his direction as I kept my bag on the table "Sorry Jeffery, I over_" "Slept." He finished the sentence. "This is the fifth time you’re late this month and the worst of it is that the month just started." He growled

I told him that yes I wasn't comfortable with the Christian and I didn't want to discuss it. he told me that he understood me very well but only wanted to know if I had a love-life. I replied by telling him that I didn't have a love life and that I had never experienced being loved before. he promised that he was going to give me the feeling of true Love if only I would let him.

“So, you won’t tell me what you think I should do?” “Julie, I’m not you. I don’t have the history you do with him, and I don’t know how you truly feel. Now I will say it’s concerning to me. I feel like he’s trying to buy you, but then I also see that you have a different... Geez, what do I call it? Communication style, no that’s not it. No, love language. That’s it.” “Stephen, what are you talking about?” “Remember how you explained the little gifts you leave for people who you consider friends and loved ones? Penguin… I can’t remember.”

" What kind of man do you prefer? What kind of relationship do you want?" " Why are you asking?", " Just. asking". She sighed, "A man with a conscience, a man of integrity, a man that loves me, cares for me, gives me attention, and showers me with affection", " Your love language?", " Physical touch and words of affirmation", " Hm", " I want a relationship where we can wake up in the morning and brush together, a man that can play with my paint, I just want to live a simple and comfortable life",

I was ecstatic, not just because of the food or the fun banter in the car, but because… this feeling and this peace was something I had always wanted in a long time. The way Damian held my hand, the gentle squeeze, the way he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world… it warmed me more than I expected. His attention meant everything. Maybe people underestimate how powerful a simple thing like attention can be. But for someone like me, it’s my love language. And Damian, ever since I forgave him, he had been giving me nothing but that.

I pursued him for an entire year before he finally, albeit stonily, agreed to go out with me. I was irrevocably and unconditionally in love with him for six years. I woke up in the middle of the night with tears streaming down my cheeks. As time went on, I stopped reminiscing on those wonderful memories and poured myself into my work. No longer did I have to force myself to fall asleep. After two months, I finally got my career back on track. It wasn't long before the first project I worked on procured its first order. Having worked out a collaboration with the investors, I left the restaurant alone and waited by the curb for the company car.