Novel & Cerita What Word Means More Than Love

He touched my frowning brows and gently stroked them to remove the frown. “Sex and fucking is the act of having my dick inside of you until I cum. There are no feelings involved no promises of waking up next to you. Just fucking. And once the deed is done whatever connects you to me. will end there as well.” He gently stroked my hair away from my face, and then gently touch my lips with his thumb. “Making love with you means you meant more to me than sex. That is why it’s called making love because the act itself is the product of the love we have for each other. I love you Athena, and I know that you love me too.”

Extraordinary. More.

“Maya… I—” She lifted her hand calmly. “No.” The single word carried more authority than any scream ever could. “There’s nothing you can explain that will rewrite what you chose to do.” He stood up now, panic rising visibly in his eyes. “It wasn’t like that. I didn’t mean for it to get out of control. You know I love you. You know that.” She almost smiled. Love. Such an easy word in careless mouths. “Love is not what you say when you’re comfortable,” Maya replied quietly. “Love is what you protect when you’re tempted. Love is how you behave when no one is watching. Love is loyalty. Respect. Accountability.”

He didn’t say he just liked her, he used the word “love.” That word carried so much more weight, so much more depth than simply saying he liked her. It was clear that she was drunk, but her words were steady, meaningful, almost as if she wasn’t drunk at all.

This is the funniest antonym. Love means to understand the other person, to respect him, and even in the worst moments to continue to be there. Supporting them.

I asked as our day together came to an end and I was driving back to the house. "Love is the only word with thousands of descriptions. It doesn't have just one meaning, my child. Love is putting someone else's needs before yours. Love is understanding and respect. Love is kindness and admiration. Love is joy, laughter and humility. It's never unkind and boastful, or hurtful or painful. Love is everything good and nothing bad."

and if that isn't magic then I cannot say what is. Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionary. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" and it gives us the ability to fly so freely, joyfully returning when each heart calls for the other's touch.

It would mean a lot to me. Lots of love ❤️

I groaned as I laid my head on my desk, troubled. “Okay, tell me, Rox, what love means to you? ” RJ’s question caught my attention, making me wonder about it too. “C’mon, just answer me.” She amusingly ushered, making me sigh before nodding. “Love is more than just a word. It was broad, and it can never be bound or restricted. It’s free but full of mystery. Love is patient, kind, and never jealous. It’s never deceitful or greedy. It’s passionate and unconditional.” I gave her the answer to what I thought love meant to me.