What Else Can I Say Love Was In My Eyes Novels & Stories

I don't want anyone to even look into your eyes. Your eyes speak the words that your lips never could. Your actual eyes are too honest to disguise the sweet soul shining through them. Your eyes are like crystals. I never want to let them go when we stare at each other. I love the way your eyes look so concerned when I am going away.

I faintly remember one of my married friends back in my kingdom saying something about looking in the eyes during lovemaking sessions. "Love comes in through the eyes," Mary Smithe had said to me. "So you must search them until you find them." His fingers pump faster and faster, an erotic squelching sound echoing in the cave. "Oh God," I moan loudly, trying to keep my eyes on his the whole time. He gives a grin, his eyes blackening with lust.

she finally said. My head snapped toward her, my words coming out sharper than I intended. "What did you just say?" Her expression didn't waver a bit. Not even a flicker. She simply watched me with calm, knowing eyes. "Love is blind, they say. Gosh, it sounds funny, even to me," she continued evenly. "But it's true. I see it in your eyes, girl." My lips parted as I attempted to protest–to deny it or argue, but nothing came out.

I could not bear to hear anymore words from him. I could not believe that all these was happening to him. I did not want to believe his words but the expressions he had on his face showed that he was really serious about his words. How can he say that he never loved me, when he used to promise me so much? Many times, when I looked into his eyes, all I could see was the love he had for me. So what was he saying to me now? x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Nora's eyes filled with tears, evidence of the happiness she was experiencing. With its tender words of blessing, heartfelt vows, and playful jokes, the ceremony was an amazing tapestry. Nora's voice was shaking, full of emotion as she spoke of Greg's unwavering support and boundless love. She had tried several times to write her vows but that morning the words just flowed effortlessly, Greg knowing you has been knowing love. I never knew love could feel so safe and so freeing. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life loving you totally and completely.

I look at him without saying a single word, I've already said it all in one connection. Because… Love is a look plunged into the eternity of who is anchored in your eyes. Just as he and I look at each other. Then I know that that eclipse in her sapphires are also my eyes, I stay there, I won't look the other way, I don't want to look any other way than hers. “Love, Mariané Lombardi”

“I’ve loved you since the first time I set my eyes on you! How could I kill you when I’m so in love with you that I can barely think straight?! Is it that hard for you to see it?!” His eyes were wide with disbelief. “What?”

My husband, Victor Moretti, is the Don of the most powerful Mafia family in New York. Everyone knows he loves me more than his own life. But no one knows how many things his love forbids. He never lets me swim because he says my eyes are too sensitive to chlorine. He never lets me touch a gun because the smell of gunpowder and the recoil would hurt me. When I tell him I want a tattoo, he refuses that too. “I love every inch of your skin,” he says. “I don’t want anything covering it.” But anyone who has known me for long knows I grew up by the sea. Diving has always been what I’m best at. And getting a tattoo has been at the top of my bucket list for as long as I can remember. That afternoon,

'I love you . I let go of my arms, and came back to face her. our eyes stare at each other. I replied saying. 'I love you more.' I looked into the eyes that I would no longer be able to stare at.

But, it was too late to express. "Fatima loves you. She told me," I said causing him to slowly look up at me. The corners of his eyes were red. And it's definitely because of his crying too much. "You're the last person she told me to tell you that she loves before she runs out of breath," I said while looking at the coffee in my hand. "I think you need to say the same thing to her before she leaves. You probably don't want to lose her without telling her that you love her too. Your eyes are telling that you also love her," I added.