Novel & Cerita Turn On The Love

I don’t utter a word. The drive is odd and I turn on the radio to his car, maybe we need some music ‘ and I’ll always love you ‘ and I wish you joy and happiness but above of this I wish love,' we both reach out to turn it off but our fingers touch, the small contact sends shivers down my spine, and we both retreat abruptly as if the touch torched yet it made my heart flutter.

“Thank you, and you look like a beautiful princess.” I see Jonathan standing at the altar waiting for me. My heart starts racing. The music starts and I’m surprised to see that it’s live, not a recording. I immediately recognize the chords of the guitar. “Potograph” by Ed Sheeran! A shiver runs down the back of my neck. I know the song well, and Jonathan choosing it is like a beautiful declaration of love. Of the power that our love has taken on in our lives, changing us completely. “Loving can heal, love can mend your soul”

"I never...." "Shut up. Do you have a point to prove now? Is that why you're here? You got clean, so you came to see if your little puppy was still on the leash? Ok, here it is, Ryder; I love you, I love you with all my heart, and I know that I will always love you because, unlike you, my love is not something that can just be turned off and thrown away in the trash."

Looks into my eyes. "Violet, three years ago I was convinced love was a scam. A performance. Something people pretended to feel because society expected it. And then I met you. And you showed me that love is real. That it's choosing someone even when it's scary. That it's staying even when it's hard. That it's seeing someone's broken pieces and loving them anyway." He's crying now. I am too.

"I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared." "Okay?" "He was sick and needed money for a kidney transplant. Because of how much I loved him, I emptied my account just so I could gather up the money needed for the transplant. I took a loan from my boss to complete the money, only for me to discover that he wasn't sick and he needed the money to cater for his wife and son he hid in another state." "My God, how did you get to know?" "All thanks to Mr. Ethan, he said he knew that Vincent didn't love me but was only using me to get money."

Yes, of course, I need to say all about her to her because the excitement I'm feeling from being in love is extraordinary. With a smile that danced across her lips like sunlight on water, she nodded eagerly, her eyes aglow with curiosity and warmth. "I'd love to hear about her," she replied, her voice soft and encouraging, like a gentle breeze rustling through autumn leaves. And so, with a heart pounding with the exhilaration of love,

I can’t. I was shocked when he started removing his clothes in front of me. “It’s hot. Love, it’s so hot.” Love. One word and all the volts of electricity came running to my veins when I heard him say it again to me. Love. He called me Love again. “Do you want to continue, Love?” He asked me so softly as I felt him touching my inner thigh. Damn! Why did I wear short shorts tonight? I shut my eyes tightly as I prevented a moan to escape from my mouth. I can’t moan. But I can’t not moan as well. Everything just feels so right. Everything seems like it’s in place.

Love does not knock on a door gently closed. Love does not return simply because it remembers how to. Love waits. Love respects. Love bows. I turn off the television. Not to forget her. To hold her more gently. The quiet settles again but it is different now. Fuller. Alive. Soft around the edges. Some love does not end. Some love just becomes quieter. Not lost. Transformed. I close my eyes, a breath easing out of me. No regret. Only acknowledgment. I speak into the room not to be heard, just to name the truth of it:

Tears spilt down her cheeks, and I gently brushed them away with my thumb, my touch tender. “Hey, no more tears, okay?” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. She nodded, a small smile on her lips, and I took her hand in mine, our fingers intertwining. I brought her hand to my lips, kissing it softly, tenderly. “I love you,” I whispered. “And to prove it, my PIN is 1-4-7-8.” Tania's face relaxed, and a playful glint appeared in her eye. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth.