Well Intended Love Novels & Stories

“You’re going isn’t because we’re drifting apart. But because I believe… our love doesn’t need distance to be tested. It needs space to grow.” His eyes welled up. His hand kissed my fingers. “So we’re LDR?” I smiled. “We’re LDR. But not a Long Distance Relationship.” “Then?” “Loving Despite Realities.” And that night, we didn’t part ways. But we began to learn… that true love doesn’t always need hugs. Sometimes, it’s enough to be an unwavering intention. *** We didn't talk about his leaving for several days. After I said "go" and he nodded slowly, we were silent. But it wasn't because we didn't want to talk. We just agreed, without words: if we had a week left, we would live it to the full

It came directly from his heart. This is what I wanted for him right? For Mr Reid to help so he could be free and I'll end up with Mason. But why does it feel so wrong? Why am I having a choked feeling deep inside? Someone turned on the mini stereo in the room locked away by R.City began blasting through. If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly. Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, And if I couldn't be strong,

No futures were being dragged into the present to prove something. And still something held. Choice held. Respect held. The willingness to keep answering when distance asked questions. That was the thing. Love didn’t always feel like being together. Sometimes it felt like standing where you were grounded, open, deliberate and knowing that somewhere else, someone you loved was doing the same. And that what held between you wasn’t proximity, but intention strong enough to stretch without breaking.

"How exactly do you intend to do that? You don't intend to help me bring your family to ruins, do you?" I went silent, and he turned to me, holding my eyes for the longest moment. I could tell he was reading my answers from my eyes, and I saw his emotions passing in his orbs, his lips slightly twitching as he took me in. I dropped the plate and met his eyes again, my chest heaving hard. Yes. Yes, that is exactly what I intended. I wanted the full story of what had happened right under my nose years ago, and I intended to love him through whatever he did. Even if that meant seeing him be tainted in blood every time he made love to me.

he asked, his eyes sparkling. I glued myself to him and he immediately got what I meant. He put his hand over my bare back and led me the way. "Do I look like I've just been fucked up?" I asked after we were greeted and opened by the uniformed staff. "I have a better term, Fem. You've just been made love to. Regardless of place and time, it's the intention and feelings that count. We just made love." I blushed at what he said. Made love. Love.

Date: September 26, 2014, 1:31PM To: Love ♥ (Voice message) I’m never gonna say goodbye cause I never wanna see you cry. I swoere to you my love would remain and I swear it all over again and I… I’m never gonna treat you bad cause I never wanna see you sad. I swore to share your joy and your pain. And I swear it all over again. All over again. Good night, Love. Happy Third Anniversary! I love you. Forever and always. Date: September 7, 2014, 12:00AM

*****Henry**** Love is a false illusion that blinds us to the reality of a person’s true intentions and character. I thought these were only words until I felt them deeply in my own heart, and now I understand the depth of their truth. “Kill him.” Those words are still running through my mind like a never-ending echo, a haunting reminder of the truth of my worth in Xavier’s life.

Edwin frowned and said, "I'm not divorcing Stephanie. I was wrong before, and I'll take care of her for the rest of my life." He told them to stop bringing up divorce. He wanted to make things right and make up for what he'd done. Then Kelsey sent a message mocking me. [Your husband's not staying with you because he loves you—it's because he feels guilty. Stephanie, you'll never be loved, not by your family, not by your man. You don't deserve it.] Tears fell again. Did Edwin ever really love me? If that love was built on lies, then I didn't want it.

Jordan's words echoed in my mind: "Our love is not defined by society's rules, but by our hearts." With newfound determination, I crumpled the newspaper, letting go of the world's opinions. Our love would rise above the noise, above the hypocrisy. I will stand by him, against the world’s judgment, against the darkness that sought to tear us apart. Our love story was far from over, and I was ready to fight for its survival…

I feel heard. Marley understood without needing translation. They didn’t cling to each other. They chose each other. Every morning. Every shared grocery run. Every argument resolved at the kitchen table. Every quiet evening where nothing dramatic happened at all. Platonic soulmates didn’t look like fireworks. They looked like this. Steady presence, fierce loyalty, shared rent, shared secrets, shared survival. When Marley watched Raegan sprawled on the living room floor now, laughing, messy, alive.. she didn’t feel like a bystander to someone else’s life. She felt like a co-author. Raegan, glancing up and catching her eye from across the room, didn’t see a rescuer. She saw her person. Not ins