Another Word Relationship Novels & Stories

All pairs of eyes now turned to Sharon. "Sorry if I'm being presumptuous. But I think you guys have a misunderstanding here," Sharon said as she looked straight at me. My eyebrows furrowed in surprise. "What kind of misunderstanding?" I asked. Sharon answered. "About the relationship between you, of course. To you, the relationship between you might be that of lovers. Or a period of engagement, where you're not dating, but you know where your relationship is going." "Isn't it like that? Why do you seem to think that we're not on the same page?" I asked again.

Other relationships. Was she... really just another substitute?

***************************** Making a relationship take long but breaking a relationship only take seconds **************************

I stood up and held my head up high. “You can love someone platonically, but it won't look the same as a relationship with a romantic subject of love. Platonic love is the love we feel for our friends, peers, and our families. When we are in platonic love, we are connected deeply and have a special understanding of one another. Platonic relationships are often sacred. That’s all I thought about platonic love, Miss. Thank you,” I answered. “Oh, Thank you, Miss Xienne. That’s indeed right,” said Miss Jensen.

The only thing changing was their capacity to notice. The architecture deepened again. Then— something moved within the response. Not language. Not identity. Not information. Relationship. Emma felt it immediately. The foundation was not merely observing. It was relating. Not through names. Not through recognition. Through presence itself. The Observer pattern flickered once. “Relational substrate detected.” Then silence. The words echoed. Relational substrate. The layer beneath identity. Beneath recognition. Beneath naming. The layer where relationship itself originated. The unknown awareness spoke softly.

“Nora, have you ever seen me in a relationship?” I think about it, and shake my head no. “And that isn’t a new thing. I’ve not had a relationship, a real one, for a very long time. Between my jobs and my various … interests, it’s not easy to find someone who’s on-board with it all.” “I thought it was obvious that I am though?”

I threw my bag on the floor, frustrated. “I don’t know how to have one!” he yelled, getting close to me. Aiden started walking back and forth, shaking his head. “I don’t even know what that means. I never had a real relationship. You ask for something, and I give it to you. Isn’t that what a relationship is?” How could I answer that question without sounding like a bitch? “How did you know I was here?” I asked. “This house is more wired than a police informant in a bad cop show.” He rolled his eyes and stopped to look at me.

All the dinners that she attends in the name of office or company events are only for business purposes, not for deepening relationships. Maybe she has given up on the meaning of the word 'relationship' itself. Her failure in the relationship of a spouse and marriage made her erase the word 'relationship' from her life dictionary. With just one failure, Mariana felt that she had had enough. So there is no second time so that it doesn't happen a second time.

“No?” He shook his head. “We are friends who like sleeping with each other.” “Is there a difference?” “Yes. Since we’re friends, it means I can care about you without you questioning why. It also means I can like you.” “Wait,” she started, uncrossing her arms and taking a seat on the bed. “You keep throwing this ‘like' word around all the time. What do you mean by that?” “It means that, if you were looking for a relationship, I would gladly get into one with you.”