Novel & Cerita El Amor Es Una Ilusión

"Last night was the first time I had a conversation with him, it's still too early for that." Constanz answers Katharina in German. In response, Katharina rolls her eyes stubbornly. I touch Constanz's shoulder, when she looks at me I ask her what she said. “I told Katharina that men like Karl just want sex,” Constanz explains to me in a severe maternal tone. "You speak as if you knew him”, Katharina complains. "Have you never fallen in love with someone? Not everything has to be rational.” Constanz shrugged. "Love is an emotional illusion that distracts people from their true needs and goals, often leading to suffering and disappointment."

She looked at the black card and sighed. “Your husband is too insecure about himself. He is scared that you might replace him with a man who is too good rather than him. You know, you won't be insecure if the person that you loved made you feel secure.” “Secure about the love that he was seeking. Yeah, maybe you both always have fuck each other. Let's be honest, fucking isn't love. It's lust; perhaps, he wanted to know if you truly had a feeling for him.” “You can't make someone feel secure by fucking, Almera,” Jonathan whispered to make Almera the only one who could hear what he said. He felt disgusted that he was spitting cheesy words to slap Almera with the truth.

His words shattered Misty's last hope. Her lips trembled as she stammered out a feeble defense, "Darling, I didn't mean to deceive you. I just… I wanted so badly for you to come back to me. I love you…" But her voice trailed off under his unyielding gaze. In the past, Misty would have been certain that Carter wouldn't be this heartless. Now, she wasn't so sure. She couldn't understand. Why was it that the more she tried to win him back, the further she pushed him away?

he asked after a few minutes. "What?" "I know it's too soon for this, but I haven't lost hope that one day you'll tell me you love me." His words made me feel sad. I wanted to tell him too. I wanted to reciprocate, but I couldn't. These past few days have been even worse for my heart: I think Amanda made a mistake by telling me that Demian still loves me because I've fallen into the trap of illusion, and it wasn't healthy for me. Not for anyone.

"You always said happiness doesn't need to be displayed. Since you never take photos with me, I figured there was no point in keeping it as my wallpaper." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Love is something you carry in your heart. As long as we know, that's what matters." A cold smile curled my lips. "But if you never say it, how can anyone be sure who you love?" My words seemed to catch him off guard. He tilted his head, watching me closely. "Honey, you're talking strangely today," he said. I laughed softly. "It's nothing. You should get going. Don't you have an important meeting today?"

Lionel raised an eyebrow. "And that's supposed to mean?" She looked up at him with a tired smile. "Men like you always think love is a decision." "It isn't." "It's something that happens before you realize it." Lionel walked toward the coffee machine and pressed a button. The machine hummed softly as dark coffee filled the mug. "I still don't see the problem." "You can't be together." "So separate." Estella laughed under her breath. "It's easy when you aren't in love."

For the rest of my life, I will only love you. He lifted a bakery box. "Look, I bought your favorite chocolate cake. Come home with me. I promise I'll spoil you rotten and make you the happiest woman in Ironuton. Trust me. This time, I'll do it right." He extended his hand, his expression dripping with absolute devotion, but I took a step backward, clutching my trophy. "Sir, you are mistaken," I said with a polite, distant smile. "I am not your wife; I'm just a painter who has just taken home the New Rising Talent Award."

“He’s not—” She gasped. “Oh my goddess. He is.” My cheeks burned. “It’s not like that.” Anita leaned closer, her eyes now lit up. “Elara. You used to say that exact sentence every time you were lying to yourself.” “I am not in love,” I insisted. She tilted her head. “You’re in love-love.” I shot back. “That’s not a thing.” “It absolutely is.” She softened. “And the way he looks at you? Like you’re something sacred he’s afraid to break?”

Thinking about the nonsense he brought to me Love! That word should be synonymous with deception. It is an elaborate hoax. A word that stupid people use to take advantage of their less intelligent counterparts. Love is a bullshsit idea promoted by delusional writers to earn money. I don't believe in it. Not parental love and certainly not romantic love. That's even more dumb and pointless.

Stepping outside the door, I overheard an argument between Sebastian and Emily. "Sebastian, how many times do I have to tell you? Joanna is not good enough for you. Are you telling me you want to hold a wedding, and you've invited so many people? I'm telling you, I'm not going!" Emily's voice was filled with anger. Sebastian's tone was firm as he replied, "Mom, I only love Joan. I will marry her, and I'll stay with her for the rest of my life."