Novel & Cerita Cancer Love Language

"Can you even believe it?" This was part of my job that I absolutely hated. I didn't have words of wisdom. Cancer was an equal opportunity devastator, and it didn't discriminate among those who were happy or sad, struggling to make ends meet or living the good life. Trying to express empathy and understanding in the face of a new diagnosis was painful for me.

“I don’t need anything extravagant. If I’m with someone I actually enjoy being around… which is you… that’s enough.” My cheeks warmed. When had this man become so shamelessly sweet? My cheeks reddened. He took the phone and read the next question. “What’s your love language?” My yawns were getting harder to hide. “Acts of service, I guess… and quality time. Maybe physical touch too.” His grin widened. “Mine is physical touch… from you… you wouldn’t believe me if I told you I used to get repulsed by most touching.” With a reputation like his again… I would believe anything.

There was a copy of the article I’d read online and a couple of others to be used in future. “Thank you. Yeah, right.” I smiled as a story about Suzan in rehab caught my eyes. “If I wanted to sabotage this, I would have come up with better strategies.” “So that it wouldn’t be traced back to you?” She shook her head. “Then what’s the point? You can argue that my methods don’t cover my tracks but they are just as effective. It’s my love language. At least that way, Cristo knows I’m not giving up on him.”

"She never ever thinks about others whenever she does anything. She only ever thinks about herself. I'm so disappointed in her. "If she shows up, she'll probably just anger us. In fact, I hope she doesn't show her face at all." Summer frowned, a dejected look appearing on her face. "Don't talk about Winter like that, Dad. I miss her a lot." Although she was saying that, I could see the glee that flickered in her eyes as she lowered her head. She even looked ecstatic. She had known since long ago that I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. She knew that I hadn't been lying, but since the Lewises didn't believe me, naturally, she wasn't going to step forward and defend me.

The guardian, a conduit between worlds, guided us through the intricate steps of cosmic communication, where the language of the heart transcended the limitations of spoken words. As the astral dialogues unfolded, the guardian shared a cosmic revelation, "Love, the quintessence of the astral dance, is a journey of discovery and shared destinies." The cosmic currents resonated with the richness of our emotional exchange, hinting at the uncharted territories where the dialogues of our hearts would continue to unfold in the cosmic tapestry of love.

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

Noah's expression tightened. Silence filled the room. Then: "Cross happened." Nobody spoke. Because suddenly— they already knew this story wouldn't end well. Noah sat down slowly. His eyes remained fixed on the photograph. "I met her six years ago." Another pause. "At a support group." Interesting. Very interesting. Elias frowned. "There were support groups?" Noah laughed bitterly. "Not official ones." Another pause. "Just people trying to survive." The room became quiet again. Because that sounded painfully familiar.

“Mrs. Chapman, it may be outside of my duties, but please know that Mr. Chapman loves you. His mind is always with you.” I snort, and I can’t even help the smirk from forming. I am guessing this assistant doesn’t know my contract with Liam. “You don’t believe it,” he states. “I am married to your employer, so yeah, I know it.” He looks at me, his eyes showing scrutiny. “Mr. Liam knows that giving time is one way to show love. However, his primary love language is showering his loved ones with gifts. I hope you are aware of that, Mrs. Chapman.”

Not that she doesn’t truly love me, but just because she can’t express herself. Obviously, we are different, because she can’t do what I expect her to do, but I love her so much. I love her so much that I can’t even picture myself with anyone else but her. As everyone possesses the pros and cons, she also has ones. She knows how to love, but she doesn’t know how to express herself. Normally, our love language among the five love languages is Quality Of Time. We can spend hours cuddling but not talking to each other!

It was too forlorn hearing the man that has the most authority and mastery in his voice once upon a time but it yawed wavey. Losing a loved one is never easy no matter how much you can see it coming closer. Even though you know about the death, that there is nothing that can ever stop it, you still feel the depression. You'd be aghast and spooked, it is never easy, she has been there. Cancer is more like saying countdown to the world but when that time arrives, you had still be as shattered as when you don't know about it. She can only feel his pain a little, hers has been long ago and this is his wife, the woman he never failed to show the world how much he loves and adore her. Their love s