When You Love Novels & Stories

How do you define love? A matter that speaks in general a love to yourself, a love of a friend, a love of a family and a love of a lover all that includes trust, understanding and acceptance. But what if the love that you wanted the most, an understanding and acceptance that you need most can’t be given to you by your family. What will be your resolve, especially when it’s all about yourself?

Gabriel's "Love is, when you look at the person, and you knew right away that both of your hearts follows the same beat." I remained looking at the note Maze's mom had left him right after committing suicide. There's a lot of things that she wrote about love but this is the only thing that caught my attention.

'There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement and acceptance, In all the world, there is no love for you like mine. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.' ❤❤❤❤ LOLLY ❤❤❤❤

I was shocked by her words finally its time for jumping she cupped my cheeks and said "I love you means that I accept you from present that you're and I don't wish to change you into someone else it means I dont expect perfection from you just as you don't expect it from me I love you means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times it means loving you when you're in a bad mood or too tired to do the things I want to do it means loving you when you are down not just when you're fun to be with from the time of my breathe to end of my breathe it must be with you only" this little girl really amazed me again we both jumped she closed her eyes tightly and holding me

"How do you know if someone is your first love? My mother used to say that first love has a magic all its own. It’s a feeling that no one else could ever make you feel so completely, even if you’d been interested in others before. First love casts a spell that stays with you, making it hard to believe you could ever love anyone else quite the same way. When you truly fall for someone, you often can't pinpoint the exact moment it happens. It’s a quiet mystery. You might not remember how or why, but you know—deep down—that you care for them deeply. It’s like waking up one day and simply understanding: Oh, I am in love with that person. Have you met that person yet?

"What is it?" I took a deep breath. "Emma, I love you." I blurted out the first words, and the next ones tumbled from my mouth after them. "I love you, and I'm never going to leave you. I know that in some ways this is new between us, but it's really not. I've loved you since our first argument. I've wanted to kiss you since the first time you told me I was wrong. No matter what happens, where we go, what we do . . . I want you to be my home. I don't care how that works, if we live in your cabin or on the farm or wherever, but I'm not going to lose you again." I drew her to me and framed her face with my hands. "I love you, Emma, and I want to belong to you forever."

"When would that be, mom?" "When you fall in love deeply with someone. That you will still choose to love him even if it hurts." I furrowed my eyebrows because that was confusing for me. Is there such a kind of love?

C H A P T E R 1 4 : W H E N S H E O P E N S U P It comes in ordinary and everyday little things that you learn transform into something extraordinary - like the conversations that made you fall in love; the kiss that transformed a place into something like beautiful oblivion; or a hug that saved you. Love is all the little things they do to make you feel an emotion that makes your heart churn with ecstasy.

“The man-whore who doesn’t do relationships?” She goes back to chopping. “Alright,” she says lightly. “I’ll bite. What do you think real love is, mister know-it-all?” Good question. I flip the bacon and stare at it for a moment, buying myself time. “I think,” I say slowly, “when you’re truly in love, your eyes always find that person. Even in a crowd.” She stills. Just for a beat. “You drown in it,” I continue. “It overwhelms you. Consumes you. It drives you crazy, screws things up, pushes all your buttons — and still you forgive them anyway. Every time.”

"I.. I feel something for her but I still can't pinpoint it. She's something, aside from you, she saw the trouble in my eyes. When she's looking at me, I feel like she's seeing the whole real me. I don't know, have I gone crazy already? I want her, I need her and I don't know why. When I'm with her, this stupid zoo inside my stomach won't stop, that's cringe, I know. When I'm not with her, I keep on looking forward to seeing her again. What is this, monkey?" "You're in love with her." She frankly answered "Oh holy shit! Lalisa Song is in love again." I rolled my eyes on her, she's exaggerating things again "I'm not in love. For Pete's sake! I just met her days ago." "Nope, you met her months