Expectation Of Love Novels & Stories

So, this is me, even if it hurts, I’m still pushing it through. True love, in my opinion, is characterized by an openness to one's expression. People who love from a place of freedom do so without requiring anything from the people they love. When you're free, you're not limited by thoughts of scarcity or inadequacy; you're confident in your self-worth. Because you have no expectations, you don't have to worry about how things will turn out. In that, we are completely at ease when expressing our love.

And yet something fragile stretched between them a thin, trembling wire pulled tight by expectations neither of them had asked for. The world wanted a story. It wanted a survivor without complications. A hero without contradictions. A love story that didn’t challenge the audience too deeply. What the world wanted from Ethan was simple. What it demanded would cost him everything. And as he lay there in the dark, Ethan wondered not for the first time whether love could survive not hatred… but expectation.

I sit up and look at the ground. "You asked me to try to love you, and when I say I do, you pull away," I say as I look up at him. He nods. "You know my history. I haven't known love. Hearing someone say they love me is new to me. I said that because I didn't want you to be overwhelmed. I never actually expected you to love me. I'm not trying to pull away, I swear. It's just different," I swallow harshly as I look away from him.

I apologized, moving away from her as discreetly as I could. “Who’s this new girl?” My mom asked me. “Her name is Jennifer, she’s a coworker. She comes from a wealthy and a prestigious family”. My mother’s face lit up instantly, she grew more curious. “Tell me more about her” “She’s very beautiful. If I get married into her family, we will be rich for life, mom I love her and I thought about this” i added. “Well, if you love her and she’s wealthy, you can go for it”.

“Vivian has a bad temper, so I’m taking her on a one-week vacation to help her relax. Tell the doctor to postpone your surgery until I get back.” Whenever Vivian threw a tantrum, he would shower her with tens of thousands of dollars without hesitation. However, when it came to me, even his apology amounted to a pathetic fourteen dollars and three cents. He still tried to romanticize it, claiming that the amount did not matter. It was the thought that counted. Those numbers had special meanings and it was his special kind of love for me. I used to believe nonsense like that. However, now I understood — follow the money and one would find where the love really was.

The one that had caught her attention from the very beginning. “If either of us says ‘I love you,’” he read slowly, each word careful and deliberate, “the contract terminates automatically. No negotiation. No exceptions. No take-backs.” “I need to understand why,” she said. “Really understand.” He set down the contract. Leaned back in his chair. For a long moment, he was quiet. “Love changes things,” he finally said. “It creates obligations that contracts can’t define. Expectations that rules can’t capture. When you love someone, you start to need them in ways that can become… dangerous.”

“The infrastructure.” “The future.” Each word landed like a hammer. “So to any nation considering opposition—” I leaned forward slightly. “Choose carefully.” ⸻ Silence. Heavy. Absolute. Then— I straightened. My anger cooled. Not gone. But controlled. Because beneath all of this… There was still something else. Something I hadn’t fully understood yet. Was it love? Maybe. Was it trust? Definitely. Or maybe… It was belief. Belief in what he could become.

Five freaking years of being away from my dear wife and our baby, five years of misery, sadness and depress. We both fought for ourselves alone, to be stronger than before for the proof of our love and for the future of the both of us. Love alway wins

I asked hoping for some clarity in this. "Look I've noticed that I go into relationships hoping for a 'long time love' that never really happens. So I figured if I go into a relationship with fewer expectations, the ending of it wouldn't hurt because I wouldn't have any expectations. So that's why I'm asking you this because you could actually deliver and not break my heart K." She looked at me with pleading eyes, she really wants me to say yes to this? This is an awesome offer but I can't do that to her. She'd regret it in the end that's for sure, I mean you could never know what will happen tomorrow.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?