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Fear came naturally after that. Control became everything. Control meant predictability. Clean decisions. No surprises. It helped me forget the chaos Rose and her sister dragged into our world. Almost. There was one memory that refused to fade. Zena. Even thinking her name tightened something in my chest. Years had passed, yet her face remained sharp in my mind, her voice lingering in memories I never invited back. It irritated me more than I wanted to admit. I never figured out what she had been to me. Love felt too soft for something that unsettled me this deeply. Hate felt dishonest. Attraction felt too small for the weight she carried inside my head.

“Win me over with sweet curiosity?” “I could ask the same of you,” she said. “Or was kidnapping me supposed to make me fall for you? Was that your idea of romance?” He looked at her carefully. “You think this is about love?” he said quietly. “I think it’s about power,” she replied. “And you’re not used to losing.” He didn’t deny it. Anna stepped closer. “What if I told you I don’t hate you, Tyler?” His eyes flickered. “I’d say you’re lying.”

“It's hard to believe, I know, but I did tell you I've never felt this way towards any woman before. I grew up in an era where it was sacred to remain chaste till you are married, so, I never got intimate with any woman. Ever since I became a vampire, I often wondered if there was a positive side to my predicament and the only positive thing I could think about, was falling in love. But after a century, I started to wonder if it would ever happen, until I met you. Then, everything changed. I started to feel things I'd never felt before and I just knew that it had to be you.” “You're in love with me?” I asked. “I adore you, I want to protect you, I don't want to ever see you get hurt, I think

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

She said in a sad tone. "Tori." Amber called when she realized that they just had an argument for no good reason and even though they weren't mad at each other, she had just made her best friend sad. "I guess mine's okay because I always haven't believed in love but you, you are Tori, lovely Tori, who fucking loves love and it's disappointing that you don't love love anymore." She said watching Tori look at the paper in her hands like she was reading them but she obviously wasn't.

As time progresses and the years accumulate, the memories of this youthful ardor remain etched in the heart's most sacred chambers. The desire of young love is an unquenchable thirst, an ache that only the presence of the beloved can satisfy. It's the yearning for stolen moments, whispered confessions, and the intoxicating feeling of being close to the one who holds your heart. Every touch, every stolen kiss, and every whispered "I love you" are etched into the very fabric of your existence.

(Source taken from Wiki Diff) More details... Love = now or in the future Loved = in the past See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

I need to tell you that. That I love you.... ......................................................... You understand someone's values when you loose them or when you're about to loose them.

Brandon's pov When I say I love you, I mean I love everything about you. every inch of your soul and every flaw that you proudly wear, so unapologetically. when i say i love you, i mean i love the way your eyes shine bright when you talk about something you’re passionate about, be it just how some people get the pronunciation of words wrong or what’s the perfect way to brew a cup of coffee.

I just want you to hear me, the truth no covered in bullshit. Before you, I thought I knew what love was. I thought it was something loud, something explosive, something that burned so bright it couldn’t possibly last. But you showed me that love is quiet too. Love is in the spaces between words, in the looks you give when you think I’m not paying attention, in the way you always come back, even when everything in you is telling you to run.