Romans & histoires Don't Force Love

She was my Ex that made me think love was such a cruel thing. Looking back at all those months I dated Lori, it was nothing but pain and sorrow. I loved her with everything I had: my time, energy and resources but I got nothing else in return other than pains and so much pains. I had felt like I would never survive my last encounter with her. Greg was right, Lori treated me light shit, like I was a nobody. The last time I ever got to hear from her was when she broke up with me.

as she explained Mia could only shook her head in disappointment 'Only one problem, like how Derek did in the past' Is what she thought as she patted Ali's back again, gently .. "Alicia, if you really love someone.... you'll fight it"Mia stated as Alicia took a huge deep breath and turn to look at her "Nanny, If You Really Love someone, you should learn how to let go, that's the true saying"she told her as Mia couldn't even retort to that, Because on what she said, it's just true... And everyone knew that, and believed that,

She really couldn’t hold her tears anymore. “What have you understood?” Sugar Aquarius was a bit sorrowful and confused at the same time. “I’ve understood it clearly that there are some matters which can’t be urged or forced. Some matters such as love and feeling can’t be forced or urged. If I keep forcing or urging it, it’s me who will be remarkably suffered in the end – like what’s happening to me right now…” Having heard that, Sugar Aquarius was stunned. He was seen gasping for his some little breath. He swallowed his saliva into his seemingly choked gullet.

Survive? She accepted me. Even when I didn't. Even when I couldn't. And now she was gone. No more soft footsteps behind me. No more flowers in her hair. No more stupid little smiles that wrecked me for days. Because here's the truth no one tells you: Love—real love—doesn't give a damn about power. You can't conquer it. You can't buy it. You can't seduce it into staying when you've wrecked it one too many times.

It hit James like a punch to the chest. His whole body trembled as he scrambled to his feet, clutching at Peter’s pant leg. “No, no! I don’t want a divorce!” he repeated frantically, as if by sheer insistence he could undo what had just been said. He could not imagine his life without Remi. Elias kicked him aside with a mocking sneer. “You don’t want a divorce? Do you expect my sister to raise another woman’s child?”

Carter, still catching his breath, steadied himself and locked eyes with Misty. "Misty, what are you doing?" he asked. Misty's expression was heartbreakingly sorrowful. "Darling, I don't want to divorce you." "So, you've chosen this way to force my hand?" Carter clenched his fists tightly as he looked at her. He had always known that Misty carried an extreme and obsessive type of love for Zach. At one point, he had even envied and longed for that kind of devotion. But now that he was the subject of that obsessive love, he felt suffocated.

"If the architecture of love could be forcefully compelled by human sovereignty, the probability is high that I would execute your suggestion without a single word of resistance." I leaned my torso forward, aggressively minimizing the distance to map the contours of his facial expressions with greater diagnostic clarity. "Your assessment is entirely airtight, Roy. Love operates completely beyond the boundary of forceful human compulsion. That axiom applies with identical precision to my own matrix. I am entirely impotent to forcefully align my internal feelings to accept your devotion."

“You don’t know that.” “I do.” I tilted my head to look at him. “What if…” I teased. “…one day I stop loving you?” His fingers intertwined with mine. He smiled. A smile I’d once believed belonged only to me. “Then I’ll simply keep loving you.” I laughed. He leaned closer until our foreheads touched, his thumb gently brushing across my knuckles. “Annie…” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Even if someday you stop loving me… I won’t give up on you.”

But as the seconds stretched out, I thought about all the years I’d spent saying no to everything—not because I didn’t want to, but because I was scared of messing up, of stepping out of line, of being seen the wrong way. Before I could second-guess myself, I reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him toward me. This time, when our lips met, I kissed him back. I leaned into him as his hands found my waist. My hand slipped on the hood and accidentally knocked over the glasses. It fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. But we were too consumed to care, as we kissed more intimately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he picked me up gently, without breaking our connection.

Plus, I feel trapped because I am still in love with him. I smile and finally exhale out after reading her message. Now I know I still have a winning chance to get back the love of my life. I won't waste this opportunity and I certainly won't let this chance slip past me. - You know, in the same way we cannot force love on someone else, we cannot also choose to stop loving someone by force. Our feelings take over us and manifest through our bodies and soul. It's the cycle of life, Matilda. I send the message.