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I knew I had to take action. My therapist criticizes me for being too intense and impulsive. I dismiss her advice because I don’t understand her perspective. She suggested that I step back and stop taking on other people’s problems as if they were my own. But to me, that’s love. How else can you express your care than by helping to make their lives easier? It’s my love language: acts of service. I wanted to be there for Jamira, to be her protector and create a safe space for her. However, I couldn’t comprehend why she hadn’t left him like I had stated. It was more of a suggestion than a command.

Dylan scoots his desk chair back with a brow raised and playful smile “Andre are you a feeder?” Andre’s eyes, all brown and beautiful, round out like a puppy as he fills a plate and hands it to Dylan, “What do you mean?” “You know everyone has their love languages. The ways they show they care. Yours is food. you’re a feeder” “Well I only have a couple more weeks before I have to be back on my normal diet…and if we’re studying all night we need proper food.” “yes, greasy, cheesy pizza….so proper” Andre has this look on his face. He's smiling so big…near glowing. Dylan feels breathless.

I watched him soothe Lyra while she shouted at me from his arms. "What's wrong with me loving Kaelen? Our souls are drawn to each other! I never meant to challenge your place! I just want to be with the werewolf I love! Is that a crime? "Yes, you met him a few years earlier than I did, but time doesn't decide everything! True mates are about soul resonance, not who showed up first! "Elara, I love him more than you do! My love burns hotter than yours!" Emotion flickered across Kaelen's face, and he held her even tighter.

I was about to get out of the car when she stopped me. "Ash you really have no idea how you make me feel. There are so many times I feel like I'm not telling you enough or showing you how much you mean to me. Within this time we've known one another, you have taught me things about myself I don't know,you constantly remind me how beautiful I am and you constantly make me feel.... wanted and I love that you make me feel this way. Fuck Ashley you make me fall for you everyday,you never cease to amaze me. Ashley I LOVE YOU.....so fucking much and you don't need to..." "I LOVE YOU TOO" I cut her off and crashed my lips into hers.

“Ah, thank you.” Once he left, I opened the box. Inside was a small pocket-sized book. “How to Make a Woman Fall in Love Using the 5 Love Languages.” Interesting. I flipped to the first chapter and read aloud: “Step One: Show interest. Ask about her hobbies, passions, or things she enjoys doing. If she’s hesitant to share, ask someone close to her—or observe what brings her joy. Once you learn her interests, spend quality time doing those things together. This will show her that you genuinely care.”

“ I don’t ever want divorce to be an option for you are we clear.” “ I was ready to file for separation .” “Jane’s brother shredded the papers .You are my wife . I said yes to you . I promised for better or for worse and all those things .” “ Ha ha and all those things ?” “ You know what I mean. I might not be good with words , but I am good at showing how I feel.” “ Your love language.” “ Yes Bella . “

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I ask him. “ Girls love flowers, Elena. It’s an entirely another love language to them.” his eyes shine when he says it as if he was reading a love quote to me. My smile pauses under the edges of my teeth, “ So you love me?” I stare. Just stare like my eyes will go out. “ Doesn’t actions always say what is in the heart? Every action of a person pertains to their heart.” he comes closer and takes the flower from my hands then he whispers, “ Elen, my heart loves you and my heart is me, that makes my action proves it.”

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It doesn't mistreat, it doesn't seek its interests, it doesn't get angry easily, it doesn't hold a grudge. Love does not rejoice in injustice, but rejoices in the truth. Everything suffers, everything believes, everything hopes, everything supports.” — Bible (1 Corinthians 13:4-7). Five years later Eduardo was behind his desk in his New York office, reviewing the company's monthly financial statements, when the door swung open.

‘What the–. His thumbs started brushing below my eyes. ‘Why the fuck are you crying again?’ My face felt heavy from the emotions gushing out. He felt the same way. I’ve been an idiot. He’s been feeling the same as I do and I’m being the childish one, throwing a fit at him, just like I did with my parents, simply because they aren’t expressing their love for me in a way that I would. Everyone’s love language is different, isn’t it? ‘OK… Jesus Christ… OK. We’re…’ He lifted my face up and those mesmerising blue swirls in his eyes called out tenderly to me. ‘We’re together now. How’s that? You’re my girlfriend. And I’m your boyfriend. OK?’