Why I Love Him Novels & Stories

he asked. “I am starting to think that you don’t love me at all. You don’t even have a reason of your own to love me.” I joked as I pouted at him. “I do love you. I love you more than anyone in this whole wide world. And who needs a reason to love you? You are you. That is a reason itself.” Xander told me. I smiled at that. “You love me because I am me?” I asked him. He placed his finger on his chin as he thought about it. It was a cute sight to see my drunk friend think about why he loves me.

"Bu⁠t you still want it." "Ye​s. God⁠ ye​s." He looked up. Met my‌ eyes. "I lov‍e you. Not becaus⁠e the bond ma⁠ke‍s me. Not because you'r​e Lu‍na. Because you‍'re brave a‌nd s‌tub‍born and be⁠autiful even when you're terrified. Bec‍ause you​ ma‍ke me want to​ be better than I am."

He nodded, his thumbs swiping at the tears streaming down my cheeks, leaving little tingles in their wake. “I do,” he said. “I love you so much, Haven.” “Why?” I asked. “Because of some magical bond?” “No,” he told me, shaking his head and moving closer to me. “I love you because you’re you. I love you because you’re my best friend. You are the only person who truly calls me out on my shit and doesn’t sugarcoat it, and you’ve done that since day one. You’re the first person I think of every day and the last person I think of at night. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, because you are my life. I love everything about you, from your fiery red hair to your fiery attitude when you don’t

Thanks to that, you can also see good things. While talking enthusiastically, Hai Vy jerked her face towards the newly opened elevator, a tall man with a black suit appeared, Hai Vy immediately said: "There, look, this must be the person. Men that both men and women in this company secretly like." According to Hai Vy's words, Nhat An looked back and heard Hai Vy continue: " Vice President Minh Thanh, only 32 years old, he is already a Vice President, and he is still handsome, so who wouldn't fall in love with him. "

She didn't like how hypocritical she was. "Krystie, can we talk, I know you are angry with me, but I'm here to say sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I just like Alex so much, that's why I did that, can't you just leave him to me, I love him so much and he also loves me! "

I tell you what to and right now, I say no" he told me coldly with a straight face. "Why?!" I couldn't help but to almost scream at him. I'm really getting frustrating by this man. How could I love him? Why did I? He doesn't even worth my love, he really didn't, then why did I fall in love with him? He never love me and would never will, then why bothering my self? But, I'm already in love with him and that can never change. "Because you don't need school"

I can't believe that's his stupid theory for letting me be with Christian, "So you don't trust me?" "I love you." I put a palm between our faces when he tries to kiss me. Hmph, he's trying to distract me. He surrenders, "of course I trust you. But I need you to love me not because I love you, but because you love me on your own. Do you know how many times I said I-love-you to girls just because they said it first? I want you to love me for me, not for the idea of having a boyfriend or something."

More stuff than ever, probably. I just... he's just so much. Because, yes, he's a huge piece of shit, but also kind of a good guy sometimes and I... I love him. Don't ask me why. Seriously, don't even ask because I don't know, I'm probably just stupid and his pretty face is clouding my sanity, but my heart is beating fast as hell and screaming his name. I love him and that's it, probably a bad idea but happening anyway. I straddle his lap and sit on him, still unable to stop looking at his face. He holds my by the ass and allows me to stare.

My heart stopped for a second. “I love you,” he repeated, clearer this time. “Not because you’re carrying our child. Not because of the contract. I love you because you’re you. Because you stood in that wedding dress for your family when no one else would. Because you paint your heart on canvases. Because you fight me when I’m wrong and forgive me when I don’t deserve it.” Tears filled my eyes.

while I shrugged my shoulders. "I need a little mess in my life, Sary. You bring that life into things. That spontaneity, that freshness that comes with you, is unique, which is why I love you. I love you not because you fit a perfect scheme but because you broaden my horizons. I love you because you made me relax and keep my guard down, not because you fit a mold of some figment of my imagination that I am sure doesn't exist and that now I am certain is not what would make me happy. YOU... you are the one for me... with all your virtues, with all your quirkiness, and with all your flaws... It is you and only you..." He said, stopping in front of a plain, natural wooden door.