The Way We Loved Novels & Stories

Small choices mattered more these days. She sat at the kitchen table wearing one of Owen’s old t-shirts, knees pulled up, watching steam curl from her mug. Morning light crept through the window, pale and tentative. She wondered when their love had become something that only lived in photos. Frozen smiles. Arms wrapped around each other for the sake of memory. Proof that at one point, this had meant something.

she said. “I did,” Adrian replied quietly. “Because this is where I first thought I understood you.” Lydia let out a soft breath. “That’s not how I remember it.” “I know,” he said. The wind moved slightly between them, lifting strands of Lydia’s hair. Adrian noticed. He didn’t reach out to fix it. Second difference. “I spent a long time thinking I loved you the right way,” Adrian said. His voice steady. Measured. “I thought providing, protecting, controlling… I thought that was enough.”

Or maybe the greatest tragedy of all is knowing that nobody will ever love me like my father loved my mother. "I will, I will always love you in more than just one way. I will love you like your father loved your mother, l will love you like I do right now, I will love you like the couples you see in movies, I will love you like captain america waiting for his last dance, I will love you like a war veteran's picture in an old woman's heart shaped locket. I will love you in ways you do not know, I will love you in ways I do not know. I will love you in a way you would not feel the lack of any thing in your life ever again. It is me and you against the world." As soon as the words left her mou

My cheeks a hot color of red I’m sure. “You’re not an axe murderer, right?” River says quietly. “No!” I say shaking my head. “See, that’s exactly what an axe murderer would say.” She says back with a twinkle of mischief in her beautiful green eyes. ‘I think I’m in love’ I thought to myself. “Fine.” I said. She looks at me confused. I smile. “How about we walk across the street. There is a beautiful fountain over there. We can just sit and chat. And if you get bored you can leave.” I say. Really, really hoping she says yes.

I will find a way to make you love me again. I need to find ways. I'm Maggie Fox and I am one of the top models in the United States. How can he treat me like this? He loved me so much and he also offered me to marry him but I was the one who turn him down. I know he still loves me. I just need to tease him a little. I need to think of a plan to make him love me again. I took my phone and called his sister Tatiana again. I will ask for her forgiveness and I will show her little gifts so she can be my friend again.

Why did you accept me? I used to get that question from Zillion. After we went through the most emotional series of events at the airport, Zillion asked me that question while looking at me in bewilderment. At that time, I spontaneously told him that I loved him so much that there was nothing else I could do but accept him with open arms. But only recently have I begun to realize that it wasn't just love. Love is what underlies me to say "yes" to him when he proposed to me. But more than that, all of this happened because I learned a lesson from my life.

‘It’s a race against time, and a race between heart and mind.’ **** Bad memories are like a parasite; as soon as it grabs hold, it doesn’t let go. It keeps sucking away, taking every inch of you until you are nothing…they leave you feeling drained because they take all your blood and energy. This was how I felt after hearing and watching to Ethan’s marriage proposal to Delisha.

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

Dazed, I stammered, "That's what I meant. You show me in your own way that you love me. So love me, love me like you do, because your love is so beneficial, so benevolent and so unconditional like no other in this world!” Happy as ever, I looked at the couple, who looked at us with extreme surprise. “How long have you been going?” Krystal asked, to which I replied, “It's been almost two hours. I wanted you to hear it from us personally and not from anyone else. We probably owed you more than that."

Fell apart into dust. --- Yvette collapsed. Tristan caught her. “Did we win?” she whispered. He held her tightly. “We gave her peace,” he said. “And kept yours.” --- They never spoke of the night again. Cara never drew the faceless woman again. But sometimes—when the wind blew too hard— Yvette would hear the faint sound of humming. Not haunting. Just a memory.