When Love Steps Aside Novels & Stories

“Give me tonight. Give me something I never had. Give me back what was taken from me years ago. I don’t want love promises, I don’t expect you to tell me 'I Love You’. I just want to feel alive again… For just one moment in my life, make me feel what no one made me feel before.” Placing his arms around her, Billy drew her forwards, stopping short of bringing their bodies together, and kissed first her forehead, then her cheek, and finally laid his lips upon hers. Hers parted invitingly. Stephanie’s breath was sweet and clean. He experienced a flurry of curiosity. Should he slip his tongue into her mouth? It would be the kind and considerate thing to do. But no. No sense in taking this thing

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

He took a step closer, his fingers gently following the curve of my face. "This evening, I want to make you to feel loved Elah. Allow me have a good time with you." As he inclined in to kiss me, I really wanted to feel a feeling of weakness. It was my most memorable time being here, with basically a more odd man, and the fear gripped me. However, as his lips met mine, the room entryway opened up with an abruptness that shocked us both. We pulled off immediately, and my cheeks flushed with shame as a lady walked into the room.

The soft clinking of stage equipment echoed faintly in the background. Evelyn lifted her head. Their eyes met. “Thank you,” she said at last. “For not pushing, for staying silent when I needed space. And… for showing up today as yourself—not as the man trying to fix everything.” William chuckled softly. “Funny, isn’t it? We used to think love meant saving each other.” Evelyn nodded. “Turns out, sometimes love means… knowing when to step back.” The click of high heels approached from the hallway. Evelyn glanced at the clock on the wall.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

She says as she slightly turns away from me but I hold her back by the elbow. "That's because it can be that simple." I stepped a little closer, careful to respect her space, but also unwilling to let her retreat too far. "You just need to put aside whatever it is that holding you back," I say and I see Love bite her lower lip at the corner even tho her head was tilted down.

I hear him move and stand and his presence becomes stronger as I feel it so close behind me. “Don’t go yet,” he whispers, his fingers brushing my left arm. I turn, meeting his gaze, and he moves forward making our lips collide one last time— A brief goodbye. As we part, I whisper, “I love you.” Then run out of his room, not giving him a chance to respond. I don’t care what he feels now, I just want to enjoy my time with him, before it runs out.

So criminally obvious. "Aleen. Please don't question my love for you. Never question it. I love you and that would never change." Stephane says, taking a decisive step towards me, we are still separated by a physical gulf on opposite ends of the huge kitchen, but taking an equal opposite step back away from him is symbolic, I hesitate for a second but then I do it and his face falls as he watches me.

“And you… you were part of this. You called me here for nothing. Do you have any idea how foolish I look right now?” My mouth opened, but she turned away before I could answer. The tears in her eyes weren’t from joy anymore. They were sharp, burning tears that came with betrayal—or at least the feeling of it. Without another word, she walked out. The applause had died long ago, replaced by an awkward silence that hung like smoke in the air. One by one, guests began to leave, their voices hushed, their glances became heavy with judgment. When the last of them was gone, only Steve, Sasha, Williams, Donald, and I remained.

But I know this version of me is learning something essential: Love isn’t proven by proximity. It’s proven by what you do with the distance.