U Like A Love Song Novels & Stories

My brain scolded me for my immaturity. I was behaving like a kid saying, I don't love her but my heart is whispering ' I Love You' Yes You love her and accepting will lessen your pain. Yes I love you. You'll live forever in my heart. My heart belongs to you. May be you're in love with someone else. But this heart of mine will beat forever for you. Oh shit I am late. Soumya will kill me. I quickly got ready changing my dress into tux. Thank God i was in college only otherwise that girl would have killed me. Moving to auditorium. I spotted my friends.

I muttered her name softly, but she only hugged me tight and burrowed her face to my chest. "Don't bring yourself to the same pain you've gone through! I love you. Can't you just love me back too?" she asked in a broken voice, making my heart ache. Ivy had never told me that she love me before. I always knew that she does, but hearing this from her makes me realize how fuck up everything is between us. I promised her marriage and the willingness to love her back, but I just can't. I can't hold on to my promise.

"That's one of my favorite songs." I turned to him seeing Milo stand from the bed and walked towards my way. His looks are so deceiving as he tells me, "I love that song. So much.” “It sounds like a classic." "It is. That's A Million Love Songs by Take That." I nodded. "Wanna dance babe?" He asked while offering me his hand. I smiled at him. "I'd love to." Accepting his hand.

Hey, why is it that there are so many men who will like me, but there is a man who seems to never like me no matter what I do. *** ~Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home~ This time it was Travis who was holding my phone and he was the one recording the video, so I was singing Lover by my favorite singer Taylor Swift and when he went to my side the video, ~You're my, my, my, my Lover~ I continued to cry even though we both knew that I had no singing talent and then we laughed together afterwards. He just scratched his eyebrows and forehead while smiling as he brought the camera back to his face and then said,

I wanted Loli and my mother to know for sure that I would be near be with Loli no matter what they planned. “I have no wife. I only have one person in this world that I love, and that’s you. I said I’ll come back for you. No matter what stands in my way, I will take it down just to have you back in my life.” I said, giving my mother and Loli a hard and determined look. Yes. I was determined to do anything to be with her. Even if I had to force her

I chose to ignore his comment and continue, “Needless to say, I didn’t date. It wasn’t until I got braces and found a hair stylist to show me what to do with this mop on my head that I even attracted one. I was in college by then. The boys I dated were termed, ‘geeks’, because they were equally smart, if not smarter than me. They were clumsy and awkward in the romance department, but, since I didn’t know any better, it worked. Then, you showed up in my dreams and I learned a bit about what romance should feel like. I fantasized about being in love with you to the point that I thought that I needed psychiatric help. When I met Joshua - a real live person who wasn’t a geek and was defin

She smiles, snuggles closer and I put my hands around her. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you more.’ ‘I love you so much.’ ‘I love you so much more.’ ‘I love you so freaking much.’ ‘I love you so freaking much more.’ Yes, we are silly and we like saying these things to each other. We are in love and we are allowed to be like that. People who are not in love can just

She wondered if any of them were still out there, living stories she hadn’t finished. Raegan pulled out her phone and opened her Notes app. The cursor blinked at her, patient and expectant. For a moment, she hesitated, fingers hovering. Then she typed: This is not love, not the kind I dreamed of. This is staying quiet to keep someone from leaving. This is setting myself on fire just to light the way for them. She stopped, heart racing. Her throat tightened. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t polished or gentle or safe. But it was hers.

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

How to make me feel wanted and not feel alone. “I love you too,” ***** UNEDITED