#Chapter 88 What does love mean?

Tessa’s POV “What do you mean love? You think you love him after he ghosted you?” I asked, trying to hold back my second round of laughter. However, the sadness in her eyes made things less humorous and jabbed painfully at my heart. “No,” she admitted, looking down at her hands. “But I thought maybe I could love him someday. I don’t know why I feel so sad over this one guy. I only knew him for one night and had sex with him once. I’ve had sex with guys before and never felt this attached afterward. At least not since, Todd,” she said, naming her ex-boyfriend. I sighed and took another swig of wine while pouring her another glass. Once I put the wine bottle down, I pressed my knees to my chest and took a sip of the wine in my glass. “I don’t know much about love myself,” I admitted. “But I know it’s a feeling like no other. A connection between the heart, mind, and soul. When you kiss, it’s like you’re the only two people in the room. His eyes pouring into you will keep you in a