4 Kinds Of Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hindi ko natuloy ang sasabihin ko nang kumaripas na s'ya ng takbo palabas ng library. Sa loob ng isang buwan na magkasama kami ay never n'ya ako sinabihan ng "I love you" kahit minsan. Gusto kong isipin na baka hindi lang talaga Words of Affirmation ang love language n'ya pero kung hindi iyon ay ano? Mas lalong hindi naman ang natitirang apat na love languages. "Donut?" Napalingon ako nang makarinig ako ng pamilyar na boses sa likuran ko.

Natigilan naman ang binata sa mga sigaw ng kapatid. "You should never love your enemy? Dad? About business again?! That f*cking business!" Natawa ito ng mapakla. "Did you already forgot what Mom told us?" Bumaba ang nakataas na kamay nitong may hawak na baril, bumagsak ang balikat. "Love those who deserves to be loved. Everyone has a different story to tell. Never let the emotions overpowering you to hurt the innocent one's." Natahimik ang lahat. Umangat ang mukha n'ya upang tumitig sa luhaang mata ni Xienna.

malanding saad niya sa mga tenga ko. “Anong love language naman ‘yan?” ngiwi ko. “Physical touch, make love for example… Words of affirmation, moan for my name…” Umawang ang labi ko at halos mabitiwan ko ang plato ngunit naalalayan niya kaagad. ‘Jusko naman Piere, p-pinanghihina mo ang tuhod ko!’ “Acts of service, I’ll kneel down and serve you…” Umawang lalo ang labi ko dahil alam ko ang kneel down na iyon! Gagawin niya na naman akong icing!

Kaawa-awang matanda, sadyang napakadali niyang paikutin sa kanyang mga palad. ‘Love? F*ck. This old hag must be dreaming.’ He said at the back of his head. He wants her but not to the point that he will love her. The only woman he will love is also the same woman who broke his heart. Funny may it sound, but yes. He will only love her in this lifetime and this man’s daughter is just a replacement because they are similar and look alike. Nothing more. He will be his plaything, a life sized human doll.

Cheerish them and comfort each other as much as possible. Love is sacrifice. Sabi nga ng katagang. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 Love is patient. Love is Kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes always preseveres.

There was something in his tone. “Love is supposed to be given, not taken,” dagdag niya, halos pabulong. “Kahit sa kama… hindi dapat pinipilit. Making love is more than just bodies touching. It’s a choice, a gift, and it should always be willing. Kapag lust lang, mabilis, mababaw, parang gutom na agad nawawala. Pero kapag love, mas malalim. It’s about trust… about making you feel safe, not used.”

KABANATA 7: Pagpasok ko sa opisina ay nabigla ako sa isang bouquet nasa table ko at mayroon pang kasamang tsokolate. Nakangiti akong tinungo ang aking table at binasa ang maliit na card. You are always in my heart, the first time I met you it's just a rolling coaster that I'll never forget to happen in my entire life. See you later, susunduin kita after office hour.

Ang kabutihan ng loob niya ngayon ang naging dahilan ng malapad kong ngiti. Lesson in love- love is kind...Kind is love; love is kind. It's being selfless, caring, compassionate, and unconditionally kind. Like love, it takes practice to understand and feel it. We share love with others through kind acts such as a smile, a nice word, an unexpected deed, or a planned surprise.

What if love isn’t simply summed up in a two-sentence graphic, in an image of couple holding hands, in a 4 x 4 pixelated screen? What if real love isn’t about finding a perfectperson, or meeting ‘the one’ by a certain time, or discovering someone who totally changes himself/herself to be the person you need? What if that’s all total crap? What if you’re actually missing out on real love by believing these silly lies we take to heart because they’re in pretty script or powerful language or bright colors?

saad ko sabay haplos sa kamay nito. “Bakit ang sakit ng tinatawag nilang pag-ibig? Bakit kailangan pang masaktan? Hindi ba pwede ang purong pagmamahalan na lang? Bakit kailangan pang may magsakripisyo at mang-iwan? Kung pwede namang wala na lang ring hiwalayan? Daddy! P-Please, do wake up! Hindi ko na po kaya daddy! Miss na miss na kita, miss na miss ko na rin ang taong nasaktan ko ng sobra.” saad ko at tuloy-tuloy nang umagos ang mga luha ko sa aking mga mata.