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"I'm not unkind, you just don't get me. See, I need help now Charles. How can I get the contract away from the picture and have her as my woman indeed" He asked, so much heaviness and eagerness in his voice. His heart beamed in anticipation of Charles response. He wished he could access a secret formula and have her as early as that night. “Okay, this is a high dose of love. You know we would meet at the office tomorrow and you had to call me to ask?” Charles said giggling. “I don't like to procrastinate… on anything” Bryan defended himself. “Okay you win” “Ummm… start by discovering her love language and discover the route to unlock her heart”

He was now twenty two, and this was the first real job that he had made some good cash from. He had been an only child, but now an orphan, life was even harder. He had a lot of trauma, but he knew that he had to man up or he was most definitely not going to make it in this life. When it came to relationships, he steered far from them. He could barely afford for himself, why would he allow himself to fall for someone? He was the kind of person who would give and give if he loved someone. His love language was quality time, physical touch, and giving. So with the state his life was in, that was a bit complicated for him. So that was a hard no to falling in love.

which I hated but let slide because he only did it when the sewing machines were humming and the energy in the room felt like we were building something bigger than dresses. James started coming by during the day more, not to hover, he knew better than to hover, but to drop off lunch or to sit in the corner with his laptop while I worked and every time I looked up he’d be there, steady, no questions, no demands, just presence, and it took me a while to understand that presence was his love language, he didn’t say “I love you” twenty times a day, he showed it by staying when things got loud and by leaving space when I needed quiet and by learning that I cut fabric differently when I was anxio

We had been married for five years, and he and I had experienced a lot of things together. Even though at that time he never said I love you to me and treated me somewhat coldly at times, he had never given me a reason to doubt that I was doing something foolish. In fact, he loved our intimate moments; whenever he was at home, he liked me to sit on his lap and let me touch him because my love language was touch.

Mostly. Tessa, self-proclaimed relationship expert, had once said over cocktails, “Love languages matter more than chemistry. You can be obsessed with someone, but if they don’t love you the way you need to be loved, it’ll always feel slightly off.” Olivia had laughed at the time. But Tessa had gone on, serious for once. “You have to love someone in their language. Not yours. If they need presence and you give them praise, they’ll still feel alone. If they need touch and you give them gifts, they’ll feel unseen.”

And it read thus; “There are five love languages; Quality time, Words of affirmation, Act of service, Gifts and Physical touch”“Quality time” “Try to always be available whenever he wants to talk to you and vice verse. Attention is very very important in a relationship. In the absence of quality attention, one could literally loose interest” “Word Of Affirmation” While she was typing the explanation of word of affirmation I guess, I broke in. “No, no” “That's not what I am requesting for. Zane and I talk every blessed day; we understand eachotherproperly"

(Source taken from Wiki Diff) More details... Love = now or in the future Loved = in the past See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Vivana had had her right hand walk through Jessica's hair and the left slowly getting fixed into Jessica's right hand. "If today is my last." She continued looking Jessica right in the eyes. "I wouldn't want to die having not told you that I've been slowly and stupidly falling in love with you Jessica. I've been meaning to have some light little minutes with you." Jessica grew very fast reading the sincerity in her eyes as she kept telling calmly. Looking rather caught in, Jessica saw her lips leading to Vivana. Slowly as she led her hands go by Vivana's back. They stayed with their lips right close to kissing and their eyes making love to each other. Jessica then stole a very light kiss fro

"Please, share me with the pain inside you. You know it hurts more for me to let you mourn alone. Share everything with me, madness, sadness, and happiness, share them all with me, because I'm happy to share all I have with you. I love you, Ian. " ...

Not that she doesn’t truly love me, but just because she can’t express herself. Obviously, we are different, because she can’t do what I expect her to do, but I love her so much. I love her so much that I can’t even picture myself with anyone else but her. As everyone possesses the pros and cons, she also has ones. She knows how to love, but she doesn’t know how to express herself. Normally, our love language among the five love languages is Quality Of Time. We can spend hours cuddling but not talking to each other!