Novel & Cerita Apakah Cinta Butuh Alasan

Hearing his words, I couldn't help but sneer, "Why do you always claim you love me?" Dave loved me because of what had happened in the past. However, there was no reason for Oogway to do so. I didn't believe that Oogway could give me a convincing answer. Hearing my words, Oogway, who had been clenching his fists tightly, loosened them a little, "If you love someone, you don't need a reason. If there is a reason, it is not called love. Instead, it is approaching with purpose." Oogway slowly finished his words and looked at me with a gentle gaze.

"So are we doomed either way?" "Not necessarily." "Then what?" "Then we have to be smarter than they were. Stronger." "How?" "By not making the same mistakes." But even as I say it, I know it ain't that simple. Love doesn't follow logic. Don't care about prophecies or missions or the fate of the world. Love just is. And right now, love is sitting across fire from me. Looking at another man, I wish she'd look at me. "We should sleep," Kael says.

Is it what I feel doesn't exists? There is always an explanation for certain things. As long as it remains unexplained, people attribute it to some unforseen being—God. As long as it has an explanation and it can be seen clearly by you and others, science is invited for dinner. But, what is love? Does it have a well detailed scientific explanation? "I am in love, Perer," Uncle Max yelled this morning as he ran to every corner in his house. I was quiet.

Then I started to walk out. "TELL ME WHAT SHOULD I DO?!" she weep. "WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I DO TO MAKE YOU FALL WITH ME?! CAN YOU JUST LOVE ME BACK? PLEASE?!" Without turning back, I answered, "Love isn't something you should ask for. It doesn't mean that he needs to repay the same feelings you have for him. Sometimes, you should learn how to feel satisfied just by looking at that person being happy even if you aren't the one on his side. I think that what love is."

R Y A N In life, we often find ourselves in places that we are not meant to be; places that we don't have a connection to or even relate to us in any way yet we find ourselves attracted to it. Maybe that's why heartbreak happens or even love. Is Love real or is it just a fantasy that we create for ourselves? If love is painful then why do we look for it? Why do we crave for it? Why?! Why?! I had so many questions regarding this issue but yet I did not have any single answer at that time.

Mu Zenin said, "I'm here to find out the cause of your death!" Mu Zi didn't chime in and walked straight away. Mu Zenin said unwillingly behind her, "One day you will understand! I didn't harm you!" Mu Zi felt that Mu Zenin didn't understand at all. ...... Maybe he wasn't not understanding, but was deliberately avoiding the fact that she parted ways with him not because she suspected that Mu Zenin had killed her, but because, she didn't love him. Love is a strange thing. When not in love, there will be a lot of nitpicking, what room ah, car ah, money ah, from family history to appearance, from work to future planning, and even hobbies, there are endless requirements.

It was clear he wasn't serious and probably just wanted to hear her opinion. "And besides, looks aren't the only basis for liking someone. For example, you're kind and a good person," she explained further. "What about money?" She hesitated before answering Ethan's question, sensing what he was trying to imply. "Never because of money," she finally said. "One doesn’t love someone for what they can give. If that’s the case, then it’s not love in the first place." He didn’t respond, so before she could stop herself, she blurted out what she shouldn't have. "Felicity didn’t love you if she left you for money."

“And why does all that matter? Yes, I have money. But when we are together, it is not my money that makes me happy. It is you. Your love is what I need.” “It’s not that simple Blake. We can’t just pretend that this won’t be a problem at some point. How do we move from a contract arrangement to whatever this is? How do we start dating when we’ve already been intimate?” “Sweetheart, what do you think about when we are having dinner, or when you are cooking for us?” he asked. “I want the meal to taste really good,” she said. “And what do you think when I’m kissing you and touching you?” he asked. He had pulled her close so that their bodies were in full contact.

“What doesn’t?” “Why you love me.” “There’s no logic to love. It just is. Just like us. We just are.”

“Your hesitation tells me that you think it's too big a statement to just say. When you say it, you want to be sure you're saying it to the right person.” I blinked. She hit the nail right on the head. “Judging by the expression on your face, I guess I'm right?” I sighed. “You know, most times people think that they need to have everything figured out before they get into a serious relationship or before they admit to loving someone.” She said. “But you don't need to have everything figured out.” I crossed my arms. “I disagree with you.” Angela patiently studied me. “Cassie, what do you think love is?