Why Do I Fall In Love With Everyone Novels & Stories

Too hilarious. I was never one to believe in love at first sight. The lust, at first sight, was my big explanation for all the folks who swore they loved someone they just met. It was impossible to love someone we didn't even know. What kind of love would that be? The explanation I fed to myself for years was that we fell in lust with another's outer appearance but then fell in love with their personality after we got to know them. Simple as that.

"What are we going to do now? If you let me continue to love you, then I will do everything." "But you know you fell in love with me because of the way I look. You didn't know me as a person and you fell in love anyway. And even now, you keep doing that. Love is like a marketplace where you walk around and only see the shell. Do you think that kind of love will turn into sincerity?"

She has never felt this much happiness. She was feeling heart fluttering and filled with love. When we fall in love, everything seems pleasurable and happy. All we want is to be around that person who becomes our other half. Love is like a gift, like fresh water to a person who has been thirsty for age, a miracle in need. A person who is incapable of love is the saddest and depressed person in the world.

How was it even possible for those poor creatures to fall in love, to socialize while knowing that anyone who tries physically or emotionally to get near you could only be trying to harm you? Sometimes, even when almost everyone thinks I'm invincible, I feel the same. The only woman I love is willing to throw herself in front of anyone – but me.

How do you wake up every morning knowing your other half is out there, breathing the same air, but you can’t find them? I’ve never even had a boyfriend. It’s not that I haven’t been thinking about it, but I’ve seen what "just anyone" looks like, and I don't want it. I don't want a placeholder or a distraction for the sake of not being lonely. I want the real thing. I want to fall in love so passionately that the world disappears. I want that click—that moment where the universe finally makes sense.

I bite my lips harder cause all I ever wished for was never coming true. "How do you fall out of love with someone?" I said out loud without thinking twice, but it was already too late. He heard it all, and it made me swear to myself. "What's with the questions now?" I heard his deep voice, as I listened to his heart beat. It was beating fast, just like mine. "You can't fall out of love with someone, once you love, you love hard. That's what love is...mad, possessive. It's a poison, a disease" He said with so much passion in his voice, that it made my head go back to Camille...

I said, my voice breaking, "I feel like shit." "Aw," her face was sad, "my love." "I don't just understand why I'll never break out of the habit of attracting bad people to myself." I told her, feeling pain in my chest. "Every time I feel like I can finally trust somebody, they make me see that they were never worthy of it in the first place. I can't count the number of times I've felt like this and I honestly can't take it anymore." "Hey." Lydia squeezed my hand, making sure to hold my gaze. "People being horrible have nothing to do with you and everything to do with them. There was no way you could predict them being such terrible people if they hid it so well."

“You said we didn’t have to involve our feelings in it.” “Because no woman can make me like this, Emily. You’re the first woman I’ve ever fallen in love with. And it because day by day, without you knowing, you made me fall for you.”

Allie’s POV I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to fall in love. Lately, loneliness has crept into my life from nowhere, making me feel empty and undesired. What’s wrong with me? I’m twenty-two years old and have never had a boyfriend. Why can’t I fall in love like everyone else? I watch my friends with their partners, the way they kiss, how their lips fit together like they were made to. I can’t help but feel a little jealous, imagining what that must feel like. I’ve never been kissed—not really. The pecks you give your parents don’t count.

Even if it means losing everything. I enter my room and slam the door hard, the bitterness burning in my gut, the bitterness of loss. I had no idea a vampire could truly fall in love. To me, that was something for those with constantly warm, flowing blood, and the stories told by the rare marked mates were just lies to avoid sharing females. Yet I was wrong. A vampire can fall in love—truly. But not me. I have always been cold, indifferent, solitary. I never cared about anyone or anything, not even life itself. I never felt anything… until I met her, until I spoke with her, until I was enchanted by her. And now I feel everything. I feel too much. I feel too much for her.