El Amor Es Una Ilusión Novels & Stories

I should be angry and throwing a tantrum, but I am surprised and still come and not angry, just a bit disappointed, though. 'Am sorry I didn't tell. I knew you would disagree. You are so proud, but I want you to be okay. Somewhere I can see you every day and know you are really fine. Steph, you know that I care about you so much that you are always on my mind. Life without you is becoming hard for me. I wish you could just give me a chance to be there for you. To love and cherish you. Please say yes to me. Be my girlfriend.'

Mais j'ai juste une questions pour vous. Tous le regardèrent sans vraiment comprendre ce qu'il voulait dire pour l'instant. Il reprit la parole Dites moi c'est quoi << l'AMOUR>> Chacun d'entre eux se regardaient et se demandaient pourquoi une question du genre. L'un d'eux prit la parole et dit. l'amour est un sentiment sans définition ni explication. Il donne la joie au coeur comme il peut faire saigner des cœurs.

"Maverick, are your ears broken, or are your comprehension skills just that bad? Let me tell you one more time—I don't love you anymore. I will never marry you. I can't wait to get as far away from you as possible." He stubbornly insisted, "Lia, you're just saying this out of anger. You loved me so much before. How could you just stop loving me?" "Maverick, my love for you faded a long time ago. Ever since Emma came back, you've ignored me over and over again. Believe it or not, I truly don't love you anymore."

"How can I be wrong about that? Love? Pfff... It's nowhere near the line that separates reality from fantasies. Love exists on the side where people's fantasies reside. It's merely a construct that tricks us into thinking we have deep feelings for someone or something. But the truth is, it's just our brain manipulating our emotions. I've seen what it does to people. It makes them vulnerable, dependent, and blinds them to reality. It's an illusion, a trick played by our own minds. We convince ourselves that we feel something deep and meaningful, but in the end, it's just a fleeting emotion that fades away." My jaw dropped, leaving me utterly speechless. This man who had me pinned against the

I shot at her. I saw her eyes fall with so much sadness. "You call what we were messing around? We were in love, Emilio." She said to me, "No. That's where you got it all wrong, Hailey. We were in lust. There's no love there." I said to her, "Because we did not search deeper. After the last words you said to me, I searched deeper and I realized that I loved you. You only need to search deeper and see the truth about what I am saying." She said to me,

“You’re just a shell, Aria. You’re empty. So you wouldn't understand what love is. What it means and feels to be in love. Loving someone and mating with them are two different things. Which do you think is stronger?” “Love,” Aria scoffed. “Love, Mia, is an illusion. It's not real. It's just something your brain makes up, to fill a space. Sooner or later, you’ll both be tired, and that is when you’ll realize it was never love. That it was never real.”

I don’t trust the word when people say it to me. His gaze narrowed. ‘Are you saying you love me?’ Lea ran the tip of her tongue over her parchment-dry lips. ‘It wouldn’t matter if I did or not. You don’t love me the way I want to be loved.’ He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. After a moment, he lowered his hand from his face to look at her. ‘No one can love anyone the way they want to be loved. The standard is set too high, fed by romantic fantasies encouraged by popular culture. It’s not real, Lea. What you feel for me is not real, it’s just a fantasy.’

"Infatuation? Alexander, you can't deny the connection we shared, the moments we spent together. There was something more than fleeting infatuation. I loved you, I still love you. " He shook his head, his voice laced with bitterness. "Love is just an illusion, Emma. It's a construct we create to deceive ourselves. You fell for an idealized version of me, for an idea of love that doesn't exist." His words struck me like a physical blow. The man I had believed in, the one who had captured my heart, was now dismantling all my hopes and dreams. "How can you say that, Alexander? How can you deny the power of love, the depth of emotions that bind us together?"

He answered grinning from ear to ear. "What is love?" I furrowed at him confusedly. "Love is when you met with Micaela Alvarado and you saved her life more than twice like some prince charming in a fairy tale and then you both shared a kiss that ignited fireworks inside the both of you and 'boom! there's a connection that causes you not to take your mind off her" he explains or more or less blabs. Yes, Antonio is blabbing, what he just explained is arrant nonsense.

I am currently in a luxurious hotel room owned by me. But all I could feel was the desperate longing. But I don't know what the longing is for. Maybe for the family. Maybe for friendship. Maybe for love. I smiled. Love? That is a word that shouldn't be in my life. It was never there and I didn't and don't want to expect now either. I believe love is just an illusion. It changes for every person every minute. Love is untrustworthy. Yet everyone wants to feel that illusion and live in it.