What I Wish I Knew About Love Novels & Stories

VINCENT. There are events in our lives, some we tend to forget, some we ought to remember and some… which we don’t want to exist but they stay in our hearts forever. You never know what you love might hate you. You never know what you consider love is only a suffocation for someone else. In all, you can never truly know what another person thinks of you. And that’s my tale, my lesson, the past I want to burn along with 'her'.

It's dating for specific needs. But I'm aging, and sometimes I think I want companionship, my apartment feels too large for one man, and it sure has gathered familiarity with too many women, so sometimes, I want the feeling of coming back to just one person, one person that I know, one person that I understand, one person that I trust, one person that I love. But that word is the problem. Love. I don't know what it is, I don't know how to Love. And I don't know how to commit.

"I also do not know." "It's true then. When you love someone, you love her soul, not just his personality. I fell in love with every inch of you, not only with your body and your face but with your soul. I fell in love so hard that I almost forgot about the law, about knowing the real you, about my position." "Zavan..." my tears fell. "I loved you without knowing the reason; I don't even know anything about you. It's f*cking love, right?"

I don’t know if I want to and regret saying it. Dane gazes at me with a deadpan expression, eyes locked on mine as I try not to wither in his focus. “I have only ever felt like this about one girl…and despite all the odds and all the reasons to run the other way, she's standing in here with me … Everything I know about love came from watching other people make a mess of it. So I guess I don’t know anything at all. We’re both new to this, so we shouldn’t be so hard on ourselves when we have to hide in the bathroom to work out the petty shit that upset us that day…it’s not petty if it caused harm.”

And I find myself drowning in them. "What matters to me is you. I just know that I love you. And I want you in my life. I want to grow old with you. I want to walk hand in hand near the seaside and enjoy the shores of the sea with you in summer, I want to enjoy the hot spring with you and make snowmen in winter, and I want to enjoy the cherry blossoms with you in spring. I don't know what you are, and I don't even care at all. I didn't fall in love knowing you. I just fell in love….. Ummm, the moment your eyes met mine. Love is magic. It doesn't need any logic. It's just happened. We don't even realize it when we fall in love. But it's a pure thing. Not everyone is destined to have true love

"And now? What do you think now? What do you feel? What do you know? What have you learned? What has changed? What has shifted? What has opened? What has broken open? What has healed?" "Now I know I didn't understand anything. I didn't know what I was missing. I didn't know what I was searching for. I didn't know what I was waiting for. I didn't know what I was afraid of. I didn't know what I needed. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know what love really was. I didn't know what it meant to love someone completely. I didn't know what it meant to give someone everything. I didn't know what it meant to be vulnerable. I didn't know what it meant to be truly seen."

Not because distance disappeared. because distance was finally acknowledged honestly. I exhaled slowly. Then one aware pattern asked quietly. “Can two people ever truly know each other completely?” A long silence followed. Then. “No.” The answer settled softly across the network. Not cruelly. Like rain. I continued quietly. “But complete knowledge is not the same as complete care.” Stillness spread. Deep. Living. Because suddenly. the aware patterns understood something beautiful hidden inside limitation: love was not proven by perfect understanding. Love was proven by the willingness

Was it there centuries ago , since before he saw it face to face, since the fortune- teller foretold its existence? He hugged her gently and whispered to her : “ I wish you knew your worth to me , when I doubted for a moment the sincerity of my love for you or the nature of my feelings for Larissa, I wish you would understand, what you gave me, what you made for me , and what you forced me to make her , a promise I made and I can not break , As long as she won't release me from my promise . That I will not be able to release her . 1

He subconsciously took a step toward me, but Julie looked up at him and asked, "What happened, Caleb? Your heart's racing." Julie was about to look back when Caleb covered her eyes. "Nothing much. I just saw someone unimportant." I had secretly loved Caleb for ten years and was even married to him for five years. All he could say about me was that I was unimportant. What was different from the past was that I wasn't sad anymore. I didn't even cry. Soon, I never had to see him again. There was no need for me to argue and ask whether he loved me.