Tulisan Love Yourself Novels & Stories

All of it. The laughter. The healing. The fire. The garden. The promise. Once, love had left me wrecked. Now, it held me steady. Once, I fought to be seen. Now, I was seen—fully. Loved—wholly. Not perfectly. But completely. And in the end, that’s all I ever wanted. To write my own story. To end it on my terms. With a love not forced. Not rushed. But chosen. Freely. Fully. Forever.

Kitten is asleep and my sweet boy is almost there. "My loves go get dressed and get in bed" I tell them gently. He stands up with her in his arms and he hands her to me as he dries off handing me a towel to fry her off. I handed her back as I drained the tub and start up the shower. I wash myself quickly, eager to get back to my loves. I step back into our room and they're both out cold. I chuckle then climb in bed next to them as I feel exhaustion take over letting myself fall into darkness.

Abby's POV: The love we have for someone can sometimes be an inspiration at the same time it can ruin us. The ability to love is an ability to get hurt. There are things in life that we often forgot to embrace which is why we suffer in pain and that...is self-love. I love Cloud so much that it blinded me from everything. I set aside myself and gave everything to him. The painful things that I thought I wouldn't experience on his hands, happened. It hurts that the person who became your inspiration since you were young was the reason of my downfall.

In every picture of the two of them, the love appeared genuine, and there was no sign of the lie which Mikee tirelessly insisted he was living with her. "There are times in life when you have to do things, not for yourself, but for the people around you. Loving Sandra is easy, even easier when I imagine it's you that I'm looking at and not her." "Me? Ha. Like I believe that." I could fall for his words, not when this was goodbye, and not when I was leaving without having told him the secret I was supposed to have told him. "Believe what you like, Aria, but I love you." And it's surprising just how much damage those words can do to a person.

He bit his lower lip. I scowled. "I'm straight!!! I'm not into any gender. I'm just into me." "You love yourself a lot, don't you?" He asked with a small smile. I nodded. "A lot!! More than you can ever imagine, loving your ownself is far more better than loving someone who keeps breaking your heart into pieces again and again." He nodded too in approval. I know I'm smart!! "Well, I permit you to hug me whenever you're depressed or stressed." I said it in rich British

Gordon announced "Now..now... Listen to this old woman before you make up your mind. You do not care about the throne but you do care about her and her well being. If she is your mate and I undo this spell you will be able to find her through your bond. But if she is not your mate you need to let her go. Love is all about being selfless." She looked into Gordon teary eyes, "you want to find her?" He nodded in affirmation like a child who has been scolded for wanting something that he can't have. " Give me your hand, Gordon..." ***

Mia purred. But I'm getting off-topic. Peyton said, staring directly into the phone's camera, "To all the men of the world." "I've had enough trying to win your favor. I'm over the entire marriage and love trap! And that's it! Peyton came to a stop. Her memory of the "light bulb" moment became clear. "I'm over-loving. You become foolish in love. Love compels you to say and do things that you otherwise would not. You become someone else out of love in an attempt to win back the affection of another. Okay, I'm through with it. I will only love myself. No one else. Do you desire this? She let go of the clothing bag and took a few photos, without revealing much in her tattered yoga pants and loo

Okay there. Let me write my own story. I was named Sienna. Right Sienna Vane, when the last name had to be attached. And somehow I just ended with this attitude towards life. The way I talk about things, the way I speak, all of them and strictly speaking probably not really it happened somehow. But I just like the way I speak. It had been years already, since I started talking to myself and letting myself live as a character so I can have some energy to deal with situations like this.

"Please babe... let's talk and trash this thing ones and for all ... come open and let me in please ... you know I truly love you, right ... ? " In anger, Shane stood up again and went back to the door, saying ... " What is your problem ... ? Please leave me alone ... go meet your boyfriend for I know he is your boyfriend ! " Mira then replied ... "Believe me please... he is not my boyfriend Shane... you are the only man in my life, trust me ! "

A quiet intelligence that keeps me from writing him off as a lunatic. How could I have mistaken him for a security guard? When he turns his eyes on me, I see I was wrong—they aren’t blue. They glow a weird yellow color. Or maybe it’s a trick of the light. “They lied.” “No, it’s the truth. I should know. I’ve been working on this project half my life. And I’m so close to a breakthrough.” I can’t stop myself from turning to the printer and grabbing the reams of paper printout. “Please, my findings will mean so much to people. People with no hope—” my breath catches on a sob. I don’t usually wear my heart on my sleeve. Guess having my life threatened brings it out.