Undeniable Love Meaning Novels & Stories

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

I sighed. “I knоw and I lоvе уоu bасk. Wе’rе gоіng to bе hарру together, уоu knоw. Thеrе аrе ѕtіll people that lіkе tо put uѕ dоwn аnd think thеу know uѕ, but they dоn’t. Whаt wе have is rеаl, іt’ѕ ѕоmеthіng nо оnе else саn taint because our lоvе is untouchable.”

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

Whereas Ray just stared deep into Justin's eyes getting like he was drowning in them, the giant smile on the elder's lips guiding his heart to its rightful owner. "Everytime you say that you love me I feel like I'm walJustin across the sky. You taught me the meaning of selflessness, of unconditional love that's beyond anyone's understanding and now the turn is mine so I vow to fight for our love, to protect you with my life, to give you the forever that you deserve and finally..." ," I promise to love you with undying passion both day and night." . "Now, you may Kiss your bride" The priest muttered a small sorry and corrected himself saying, husband.

He increased pressure on my clenched fists and said; "promise me, Arya." "I promise," the words slipped my tongue on their own. "I love you, Arya. You will always be cherished in my dreams. You will always have my heart with you. Not a piece of my heart, you have the whole thing. This is something you can't refuse to give me. I have the freedom to love you insanely, to love you like there is no returning back. This is something none of us have control over. And I think that is the special thing about love- it is uncontrollable. You can't tame this wild beast."

This was stability, something I never thought I’d have. I leaned against the counter, taking a moment to process everything. Lara’s face kept flashing in my mind—her determination, the way she kissed me before leaving. She wasn’t just kind; she was relentless, stubborn in a way I’d never experienced. My mom’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Hades?” I turned to her. She was standing by the window, looking out at the street below. “That girl… she’s something special, isn’t she?” I swallowed, my throat tight. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “She is.”

he stopped moving, his hands caressing my face, l did not need to hear him say " I love, you" I could already tell from his eyes, I knew how much he did, and the feeling was mutual. "Let's go home first" I said pulling his arms.. "It's hard for me, I feel so worthless, I'm not enough for you or for anyone else" " Shut up" " No, what if you leave me cos I'm not enough? "I won't leave you, I love you and you know it" I replied. " I want more than this, I want to be a billonaire"

Killian dodges her attack when she goes for a second round. “I don't know why your dumb brain thinks there is a phase in the middle of like and love. Don't be delusional, little brother.” Andrea tries to explain to her brother who just shrugs it off. “You don't get it.” Killian begins, “ Love is something I'm incapable of feeling. Love is out of the question.” Killian explains.

"This isn't love." "What do you know of love?" Karmina inclined her head. "You, a mere child..." "I know love." Willow raised her chin. Her love for Dante filled her with the confidence she needed. "Love is someone that stays with you. Supports and cherishes you. Love is laughter. Memories, both good and bad. Love is intimacy." Willow could almost feel Dante's embrace as the words spilled from her lips. "Love is acceptance, honesty, trust and loyalty." Karmina rolled her eyes. "Very Hallmark of you." She retorted. "My love was deep and all consuming."

His parents probably had a lot of questions to ask. "Do you love my son, Maria?" His voice came slicing through the air and also Maria's heart. Love? Love in her books could as well be called 'pen' or 'grass' cause it held no weight. Maria was convinced she didn't know what that word meant, she had yet to experience it, platonic or romantic. Love was another of those unhealthy addictions seldom talked about, love was weakness, a drawback, and the very first step in a streak of horrible mistakes. As a matter of fact, she was convinced she had never loved anyone—wholly or not, or maybe she had but is yet to recognize it for what it is.