Apakah Cinta Butuh Alasan Novels & Stories

“No, you can’t possibly love me. Until the past weekend, you only met me once and sure we had great sex and you took my virginity, but that doesn’t equate to love.” Max brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face and said, “I think that’s what love is. It doesn’t need a reason. It takes you suddenly and you just wonder how you’ve survived for so long without that person and you’re certain that you cannot survive without them.” I shook my head. I couldn’t believe his words. Max had just declared his love to me yet I found it hard to believe. Nevertheless, I could see the love in his eyes not just now but every time he stared at me. He always looked at me as if I was the most beautiful wo

People look for facial attributes, body, nature, and what not to make them believe that they love someone. I mean, that's so selfish, isn't it? But never would you find a dog loving his master because he is beautiful or abandoning him if he is ugly. It's just pure love. They love you because they actually love you. There isn't any other reason behind it. This might sound a little crazy to you, but that's how I think.

thinking when I wrote it. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but when I read that, I felt like you weren't just talking for Lucia." "You're right," I admitted weakly. And I could see the faint smile that played on Miss Green's lips on hearing that. "But do you really believe that, Stephanie?" I hesitated a little before saying, "yes. After all, things work better only when you put effort in making them better, right?" "You're right," she answered honestly. "But then, love is perhaps the world's most unreasonable emotion. Seriously, that shit's fucking stupid!" I cocked an amused brow at her, making her chuckle. "Oops, sorry about that. But what I'm saying is that one can never understand love,

“Sweetheart, we don't divorce because we don't love each other but because the love is not enough for two people to stay together.” “How can love not be enough?” Leon asked. The books said that love was the basis of any relationship. All the books that he read about divorce didn't teach him much, it seemed. “In many cases, it is not,” Bella told him. “What do you want to ask?” Leon said, “I will give you a hypothetical situation. Two people were a couple but they got separated. Now they are back and very good to each other. Also, they love each other. Why are they not getting together?”

"Aren't they? Think about it, Sandra. Why do people get married?" "Because they love each other." "But why do they love each other? What do they get from the relationship?" "Companionship. Support. Friendship." "All things I can buy with my own money." "No, you can't." "Can't I? I can hire people to keep me company. I can hire therapists for support. I can hire assistants for help." "That's not the same as love." "How do I know? I've never had love that wasn't based on need."

We wonder why the last person we loved will also leave us. Once more, we ask ourselves. " Did I lack something? " " Did I've done something wrong? " " Is he still love me? " " Is the sacrifices that I've done are not enough? " Why it seems that it's my fault? " " Should I let him go too?... " " ...Or I will find his reason first? " " Does he still like me?... " " ...Or he has someone new now? " Love is really like that.

“I'm sorry you feel that way, my love, but I would marry you over and over again if it meant my death.” “Why?” He glanced at me, and smiled. “You need a reason to be loved?” He asked. That amused glint in his eyes was back again, and for a second I considered slapping the look off his face. “I need a reason for this love you continually profess. It has no logic or reason behind it, not when it is based on blackmail and nothing else. I don't even know you as a person. All I know is that you joined a mad man at war with my kingdom to fight my kingdom m “

“I understand that, Lilly. But I’m not suggesting marriage just because of the baby. I’m suggesting it because I love you. Isn’t that reason enough?” Lilly studied him for a moment, her logical mind trying to process everything. ‘Love’—was that even a strong enough reason to get married? She had never seen people who got married for love; yet, Evelyn had married for love, and that same love had killed her. “What is love, Ray?”

Why would you want someplace else? Is this love?

She was wondering what everyone's talking about because they seem to be more interesting to them than themselves. “Hmm? What question are you asking about?” Cayne didn’t even move an inch. “People always say that you love me too much,” she continued. “Is it wrong? I didn’t know that loving you was wrong. They are weird then.” Jilly moved for a better position. “Does loving you have to have a reason? I love you because I do. I’m tired of always trying to explain it to people that I love you and that I am with you.”