Why I Love Him Novels & Stories

But in reality, I won't reject him. "I know you love me. You won't break my heart into a million pieces." He said seriously. "What if I will? Give me a reason why you think I love you." "Well...For one, I am awesome. Two, I am fantastic. And three, I am amazing." He said proudly. "Ewww." I scrunch my nose in disgust. "Admit it." He smirked. "No, I won't because you aren't," I said, still not backing down.

Why am I so broken because of him? Why is it that in all the boys in the world, it has to be him that I fell in love with and love so badly? Why must it be him that my heart beats so deeply for? Why must it be that in all the boys that I have met that I fell in love with Adrian Sanders?

I cupped his cheek in my palm and smiled at him. "You don't have to feel pressured... You have no reason to hide anything from me. I love you, and I will always be here no matter if things go wrong in the future..." I paused and smiled at him again. "Even on days no one seems to be by your side, I will be the only one beside you," "Why? Why do you love me?" His question took me by surprise. "I don't know," I shrugged and scoffed. I tried to search my heart for the reason why I fell for him, but I couldn't think of anything. Love just happens naturally, and I guess mine wasn't an exception.

“Why?” “Why?” I repeated, a little confused at her query. “Why did you do all of this for me?” My brow furrowed, and I stared at her for a long beat, thinking back over our time together. Yeah, you’re a fucking genius, Baldwyne. “Because I love you, blue eyes. I’m so fucking in love with you that I can barely breathe when you aren’t with me. You are everything. My obsession, my love, my reason for living. I’m going to

I love him. I love him because of how he treats me, because of how safe he makes me feel. I love him because he bought me a bunch of books the other day. He remembered I wasn't allowed to read any books as a child. I love him because he brought me a small keychain yesterday with a tiny stuffed teddy bear attached to it because he remembered me admiring a picture of a similar one. His feelings have been in all the small gestures that I find meaningful and touching. They're in his words, his touch, and I don't want to lose that.

He stroked my hair and hummed in agreement. "Can I ask you something?" I asked. "Sure, what is it?" He inquired. "Why do you like me so much? You've never liked anyone like this before." I stated. I could feel him stiffen next to me. "Well, you're special Alessia. I just... I don't know how to explain it. I just love being with you. Even though we argue sometimes I still love spending time with you and spending time with you makes me happy. You make me happy" He replied.

He was perfect. I knew then that I was in love with him. Not for the fact that he had six-pack abs and an impressive package (or what I assumed was one, since I hadn't seen any before), but for those eyes. There was so much kindness and humor in them that I instantly loved him. I couldn't help it.

"Zak it is impossible to be in love with me. I am a guy and I prefer girls too." "So are you thinking that you can't fall in love with a guy if you are a guy too? Or you can't love a guy if you are not gay? Love is not about gender Ian, love is what you feel inside, love is what I feel when I think about you. Love is YOU. Why can't you love me? Why Nate? " He said. I closed my eyes. "Why me? You're the kind of guy everyone likes, you're rich, legal and handsome, tall and cool. Why me of all the people?"

I froze after the words left my mouth and I half expected him to say a few things, to anything, but instead, he pulled me into a hug, a warm hug that I never knew I needed until I was in and I wrapped my hands around him after a few seconds of them hanging by the side. "You need to stop Miss Hasty, stop trying to find reasons why people love you, I never needed a reason to love you, because every single day I love you just the way you are, not for some special trait or ability, just the way you are, and I will never stop loving you, ever." He promised. "Even if I eat all your burgers and throw them out in the dustbin?" I asked with a straight face. "What— How— Why would you drag them into th

Do you still desire someone like me? "Will you stop loving me if I leave?" I shook my head and sobbed. He hugged me and said, "I love you because it's just you. Why buy a house when you have the changing room to sleep in? I don't have parents either, but it has nothing to do with the feelings I have for you. I'll teach you to drive till you learn, cooking, you can leave that part to me, drinking, I find it cute when you get drunk because you talk out of your mind." he lifted my head and added, "listen to me, I'm not a robot to have a perfect life." You freed me from the cage in which I had been imprisoned for 11 years so I want to return the love you gave me. That is the definition of love.