Novel & Cerita A Perfect Love Story Doesn't Matter Anyway

“It's only been ten minutes and you already think I'm in love with you.” “I am not looking for love, Theo. I am looking for a way out.” “But so are you.” “Even with surprise, you think you know me that well?” “Well, I know your grandfather wants you to marry soon, for a man with no interest in romance. I might be your best option.” “Like a shadow in your home—silent, unseen, tending to your needs. And I promise I'll never love you. No strings attached.” “How can I trust you?”

My eyes welled up once more, but I took a deep breath to calm myself. My life has never been as perfect as I had hoped. It's been a roller coaster ride. Life is said to be full of ups and downs. But I suppose my life has more downs than ups. Those closest to me walk right past me, leaving me alone. After that incident, I decided not to trust anyone. Nobody should be believed. It's best not to get too attached to anyone. Most importantly, do not fall in love with anyone.

"Whether I want kids or not is irrelevant." "But—" "I'm not going to marry you. We aren't going to have kids together." "I don't understand. You don't want to get married?" "No. I don't." "But it's the perfect solution to our problems." She abandoned her search for food and tore into him. "I don't want to be somebody's solution. Don't you get it?" He stared at her somewhat blankly. "Get what?" "Love. Marriage. Relationships. Don't you get it yet? Any of it? A wife isn't something you get at the pound like a dog. A wife isn't something you acquire or pick up on vacation."

I close my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to clear my mind. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would fall in love with someone as perfect as Matteo, that someone would love me unconditionally, I never thought someone would love me for me, with all my flaws. And then, he walked into my life as a one night mistake and he became the most perfect thing ever. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. He is perfect for me, he makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he makes me dream, he loves me and I love him.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

"They do love each other, it's just that their situation doesn't allow it. Their timing wasn't good at all." "If they love each other then no one will be harmed. To think that your friend's lover will suffer is a mistake." Anne said while stroking Angel's hair. "They will be very happy if they are united in marriage. That's the most important thing. As for if your friend's lover will be sad after your friend's death, that's a later matter. Their current happiness is all that matters." Hearing Anne's words was like Angel's cheek had been slapped. Angel seemed to have been awakened. Anne really opened her tightly closed mind.

"So I think we can cross that one off your list, too. Anything else?" My forehead drew together. "There's got to be something more, right?" "Emma, babe, I don't think so. Now don't get me wrong-even the best relationships have their ups and downs. No one's perfect, and no love story is perfect, either. All of them have times when the other person is driving you nuts, or you can't stand the way they chew, or they're depressed about something that just doesn't seem that important to you. But you get over it. You both move on together." He folded his hands behind his head, regarding me with fond amusement. "You want to know what I think?"

Her hands sl0wly hug around my torso, as I slowly tilt her head up, interlacing my fingers in her hair as I tugs on her strands delicately. "I am no fool, Mia. I am no fool. One day, you'll say yes to me, and when that happens I will make it worth your while. I'll show you how good you are at loving someone else, that, being me of course, and spend my days loving you as well. You say you're not perfect...So what? Who gives a shit. You're not perfect. No one is. But I swear to you, that if you give me a chance... Just one chance, I will make it worthwhile." I say as I pull her closer.

"You know, Blossom. I've been doing some thinking last night. I want you to give me one last chance of loving you and being a real man towards you. We can raise our daughter together and be a family." "I already have a family. With Jevan," I said, flashing him my engagement ring. "You think he loves you like I do?" "No. He loves me way beyond. The things you've done to me, he wouldn't even dream of hurting me. He kisses me when I'm upset and pulls me into his arms when I'm scared. That's what a real man does for his woman. Not abuse her or force her have your baby, you bastard." Hunter's lips curved until he smirked like the idiot he was. "Blossom, no one is perfect."

Just because your partner does not do or say the same thi it does not mean that you are not loved enough. Look, every single person is different. People have their way to express their love, care, and gratitude. Don’t judge your partner with their lens. A million couples can have a million ways to love, and they all might be equally in love. Love can be that flexible. Love can be that unique. There is no perfect way to love. There is no rule. There is no definition. Love is wild. Love is stupid. Love is wrong. Love is love. So if you are happy, if your heart is happy, and if your soul is happy, then you are living a perfect love story with a perfect person. What others are doing does not mat