This Thing Called Love Novels & Stories

In shorter words is also a deep, tender feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship or a sense of oneness. We all get at least three epic loves, or at least study shows that we do, the first love; childhood love. The all-consuming puppy love, The guy that was the first everything, the first crush, the first few butterflies, the first few blushes, the first few quickly things we do when we're too nervous to interact with someone because you're feeling something bigger than yourself the love that we think lasts forever — but eventually we grow apart we move on.

HADES The woman looks at me with pity in her eyes, and it makes my skin crawl. I don’t want her pity. Is it a crime not to know how to tie a damn tie? I’ve already got a pounding headache from everything this morning—being uprooted from my old life, shoved into this pretentious school, and now this? A tie? As if the uniform isn’t suffocating enough. Walking through the hallways earlier, surrounded by kids in designer everything, made me feel like an

The smell of coffee and warm bread sat in my lungs, grounding. "Then what should we call it?" I asked. I was surprised by how raw the question sounded in my own mind. It wasn't angry, just honest. Rowan didn't answer right away. Finally, his presence brushed mine again, quieter now, like he had turned down his voice so that it wouldn't echo. "We call it what it was... no what it is..." He said. His eyes met mine. "Love." One word. Simple. Unavoidable. It landed in my chest like a hand to a scar.

He told himself it would pass. He had a job that drained him. A schedule that left him mentally empty by the time he got home. Romance felt like something reserved for weekends, or vacations, or a future version of himself who had more energy. He told himself that love wasn’t about fireworks or constant reassurance, it was about showing up. Paying the bills. Coming home at night. Not cheating. Not yelling. He believed those things mattered more than words ever could. He thought that should be enough.

Thought about the word that had arrived unexpected and direct and without her having decided it was coming. Love. Small and specific and its own particular thing. Beginning. ---

Joaquin said to her and she nodded at him slowly. "W-w-what is it?" she questioned them again. "It is called sex and when people in love do it, it is called love making." he cleared to her and she again nodded her at him like a small puppy. "B-b-but what happens with it?" she asked them curiously wanting to know what that thing actually does.

I'm ready to wait rather than to lose her. "Love? Do you even know what l-love means?" She asked in her cracked voice. Her eyes were puffy red from crying, and I just wanted to hold her close to my chest, away from this cruel world. When I remained silent she continued. "Love is something that makes a person stronger and lovable to spread love throughout the world, which keeps them warm. Which gives them power to fight for their loved ones. Love is something that everyone needs in their life when they are dealing with low esteem, when they are alone with no one by their side."

“Honestly, Emilianna. Would you blame me? I've walked this life wanting love but what to do when I don't find it? I can't just kill myself for it now. Can I?” “Listen Sweetheart, love isn't in a person. It's in the things you do. If you want to make yourself feel loved, it could be as simple as doing your hair so dancing in the moonlight. It could be as simple as cooking your favourite food. Love is within and all around you, it's nothing that you have to chase.” “You're right.” I said calmly and she caressed my hair. “For tonight, assume we are mother and daughter. Tell me the things you would only talk to your mother about, and I will treat your as my daughter.”

He read the caption "YOU DON'T CHOOSE YOUR FAMILY . THEY ARE GODS GIFT TO YOU, AS YOU ARE TO THEM " "come home son , i love you Happy birthday to you my dear " His hand clinch at the side of portrait stood up and bang the portrait in his wall , the pieces of the portrait shattered on floor . "LOVE !! LOVE BULLSHIT WITH YOUR LOVE !!" He shouted before going in for a relax warm shower. He came out from the shower wrapping a towel on his waist ,shaking his head to dry of his hair , showing off his super muscular body with six pack abs. .

Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.” Nyla shook her head. “I have never felt any of these emotions, Eason. I wouldn’t know how to.” Eason stared, sizing her up. “I don’t believe that. Maybe you haven’t been able to name them, but I’m sure you’ve felt them before. You must have.” “You have more faith in me than I do.” “No, I think I have just enough faith, Nyla.” His eyes bore into her, and she squirmed. “Let’s start with the easiest emotion. It’s unlike any of the others and easier to describe, so it’ll be easiest for you to identify.”