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"The man you were ten years ago is not the man you are now. Even if some of that part of you remained, I would understand. What Valentina was suggesting is on a whole different level. It's vile and inhumane, and you would never agree to it. I know that deep in my bones. I couldn't love you if I thought you were capable of being that kind of person." He sucks in a breath and looks at me with hope. "You love me?" he asks, searching my eyes for the truth. "You already know the answer. You said it yesterday," I say, having a hard time being direct. He pulls me in close, our faces now just inches apart. "I need to hear it to really believe it. I need to hear those three words more than I've ever

She wondered if any of them were still out there, living stories she hadn’t finished. Raegan pulled out her phone and opened her Notes app. The cursor blinked at her, patient and expectant. For a moment, she hesitated, fingers hovering. Then she typed: This is not love, not the kind I dreamed of. This is staying quiet to keep someone from leaving. This is setting myself on fire just to light the way for them. She stopped, heart racing. Her throat tightened. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t polished or gentle or safe. But it was hers.

"What if you just asked him to sleep with you?" I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "How about I ask him to die instead?" If only it were that simple. The creator of this damned game had made sure there were no loopholes. Words like sleep and die were automatically banned. Repetition wasn't allowed either. Seven years in, even being turned down after a proposal was one of the last cards I had left to play. Things had reached an impasse. The sound of running water echoed softly through the bathroom. I sat on the toilet while staring blankly ahead. I was racking my brain for another reason he could reject me.

Benson was obviously a little unconvinced. "Of course, if I didn't love you, how could I have been with you three years ago? Don't you believe me?" Jenny pouted unhappily. Of course, she really did not love Benson, and the reason why she was with him three years ago was also a moment of boredom. Seeing her upset, Benson hurriedly stated, "Of course, I believe you, baby!" Jenny tried her best to calm Benson down at last. The two of them made love once more, and Benson was satisfied to let Jenny go.

"What if this doesn't work? What if you wake up one morning and decide you don't love me anymore, what if I get fat, or ugly, or depressed, or..." "Baby, I don't love you for any of those things you've just counted... I love you for you. If you just keep being that sweet, honest, amazing woman I fell in love with, then I'll never fall out of love with you." He presses his lips in. "Sometimes the first step is just saying yes. Whatever that comes after we deal with it." He grins, but there's sincerity beneath his playful demeanor. "And tonight, why not take that step?"

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If for every pain I made her go through, I do deserved this in Karma instead. I was willing to die in her arms, if I had to. Loosening my grip on her, I let my hands fall, as I repeat , laying my heart open. "I love....yo...u...so...damn...muc..h littl...e mate." And next I know, the grip loosens on me to only have me fall down on the floor. Struggling with consciousness.

He had completely broken down, becoming a fragile shell. "I just wanted to let you know that my love for you is unwavering. It's a promise I make to you - my love will never fade. However, you do have the option to choose. If you decide not to accept me, I'll handle the situation. I'm totally ready to handle that discomfort." The heater's gentle hum filled the air, breaking the silence that hung between us. I wasn't bothered or mad, but he continued to be upset about the incident. "And maybe you should consider turning me down."

So, love myself, become sweeter and I will be okay. If I saw my self in trouble I just don't know if I'd help. I imagine you dangling from a high-rise tower and the only thing between you and certain death is my outstretched hand. You throw me out from your heart archard and it is not the way I ended this story.