Do Believe In Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

Something I’d sworn I’d never believe in. Love.

"Do you believe in love?" I have read hundreds of books, all of them painting love in that picture perfect way. I used to think love was real and true and amazing, but after years of observing real life people, I came to a conclusion... One I might not be changing anytime soon. "Love is a fairytale." "And why do you say that?" My mind goes back to that untitled journal, even the writer had secretly agreed with me. "Love kills. Love destroys." I tell Kael, repeating the words of that writer, and then I return his question back to him. "Do you believe in love?"

That was never going to happen since you don't teach your heart who to love as well. "Are you happy about that?" "Yes Kim, Cameron is going to be my wife so isn't it a good thing if she loves me" "What about you? Do you love her?" "You already know that I don't believe in that sappy word love" "Love is not sappy, love is beautiful and kind, when you are in love you are meant to be happy and not bitter" "Love makes one weak and I am not weak, if I had being in love my enemies would have used it against me and tried to kill me"

"It's okay. I don't want to bad mouth your mother but don't think too much about her. It was her greatest mistake to have left you, I don't care whatever her reasons may have been" "You know what sir?" Bella spoke, still laying comfortably on his chest subconsciously, "I don't think I believe in love. I don't trust it. I've seen how it almost ruined my dad's life when my mum left. I don't want to go through the same thing. And I think that's why I've never let myself be in love. And I don't think I will ever let myself fall in love" she said. "True love still exists, Bella. The kind of love that stands the test of time, the kind that is reliable, that kind of love is still there and I don't

It happened every time she was over emotional and sometimes had to calm herself down to be able to talk. “Have you told him?” “Told him that I d…don’t love him?” queried Rhea puzzled. “Yes dumbo!” “Errm no I never even had the chance. But wouldn’t you think it obvious by the way I’m acting? I mean if I loved him back, aren’t I supposed to appear more willing than I am actually?” she asked clearly surprised that her friend would ask her such irrelevant questions. “Oh, I don’t know. Love is not always rational,” said Zoey enigmatically and when Rhea looked at her friend with a frown, she continued. “Who knows? Maybe he loves you so much that he is still hoping that you might change your mind.”

I could not understand. And maybe love is not really true. There's no love existing, only lust. I stopped believing in love anymore. And I also stopped dreaming and hoping for peace to come into my life. Because peace and love are similar. They are just myths. So impossible to believe, so impossible to achieve.

Because it is not…. I have spent my life believing in Love. My heart has been beaten; my heart has been ripped; it has been stamped on, and more than once, as you know. But I kept on believing. Because I love Love because I consider life not worth living if you don't allow your heart to pound.

Why? He stroked her cheeks and elucidated, 'If couples tied the knot before the moon in this forest, then nobody can separate them from one another or even a death in itself. I want to be with you afterwards'. She stared at him innocently and questioned, 'Do you have faith in these myths? He placed his palm underneath her right cheek and delineated, 'This is not a myth. That's the truth, trust me'.

A true love they say. Call me a pessimist but I no longer believe in that thing. True love doesn't exist. It's either just lust or a great love. Great love isn't always true. It'll just make you think it is because of yhe intense feeling that makes you addicted to the point that you can't imagine living without it. At least that is what life has taught me. A red string is a silly thing that deludes you to believe in forever. I cracked a small laugh when I remembered how I wished in it each night, believing all the silly things I have heard and read.

I don’t think so. I am not in a hurry to propose to her because that’s another thing I don’t believe in. I just want to tell her that I love her. If she loves me, it’s okay. If she doesn’t, I can’t force her. I don’t know how to put this across to her.