Imperfect Love 소설 & 이야기

Her hands sl0wly hug around my torso, as I slowly tilt her head up, interlacing my fingers in her hair as I tugs on her strands delicately. "I am no fool, Mia. I am no fool. One day, you'll say yes to me, and when that happens I will make it worth your while. I'll show you how good you are at loving someone else, that, being me of course, and spend my days loving you as well. You say you're not perfect...So what? Who gives a shit. You're not perfect. No one is. But I swear to you, that if you give me a chance... Just one chance, I will make it worthwhile." I say as I pull her closer.

“ I love you , I love you “ he kept repeating as he trailed kisses down my jaw , to my neck . “ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep .

“Mom!“ I yelled in tears. “Stop this, please!“ This was too much. Getting hurt on purpose just to ruin my marriage. “Do you badly want to see me unhappy?“ I asked. “It's that what you want?“ “I want to keep you saf—“ “Oh, please“ I cut in. “You turned your back on me once before, Mother and didn't speak to me for over a year. What gives you the right to think you can walk back into my life and dictate what I can and can't do?“ I didn't want to mean to mother especially in her condition but I've had enough. “Your marriage with Father wasn't perfect“ I continued. “You married a man who used to beat both you and your children so what makes you think you know what's right for anyone when you cou

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

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I was at another climax, my walls held him tighter, my back arch and my body trembled as I released on him inside of me, making it much easier for his thrusting penis, but he had released as well. He fell on the side of me, panting. "You're everything and more." He kissed my forehead and I rested on his chest, listening to his beating heart. "That was so incredible," I complimented. "Because you're incredible. We make such a beautiful match." "You'll soon hate me though." "Emily, I'll never hate you." "Yes you will. When the baby is born you'll hate us both." "How can I hate my son or daughter and my future wife?"

Then he showed him the last message I sent before boarding my flight. Sebastian opened the message and read it. "Sebastian, I tried for three years. I don't know what I did wrong to make you hate me so much. I've used up all my love and burned through every ounce of pride. I slammed into every wall. I've let go of every bit of resentment and accepted my loss. "From the cracks you left me in, I learned that you were only ever capable of surviving hard times, never sharing good ones. Sebastian, I'm not guilty at all. The problem lies with you. You broke your promises, and you were the first to let go."

“No one in the family wanted us to be together but he didn’t let go of me. No matter how many times I pushed him away. It didn’t matter if I said no, if I was scared, if I thought it couldn’t work. He chose me again and again.” My teeth grind. The fuck is she talking about? Maria’s head lifts. “He really… chased you?” Issa nods, giving her a smile she’s never aimed at me. A lie, through and through. “Love isn’t perfect, Maria. It’s messy. It hurts sometimes. But it’s about choosing each other over and over again, even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.” Every word twists in my gut. It’s fiction. Fantasy. And yet Maria’s eyes are filling with tears. Her body unclenches like Issa just

The chirping of birds added to Laura's blossoming mood as she reminisced about the first time she had met Aryan, their unconventional marriage contract, and now, the love that bound them together. Love was indeed peculiar; when you pursued it, it often eluded you, and when you walked away, it came offering happiness. Laura had once thought that she and Aryan would never fall in love because their separation had been written in black and white. But everything seemed futile as time and emotions played their roles, slowly seeping into the depths of their hearts. Love was indefinable in any dictionary; it truly reigned in the heart, speaking only the language of emotions.

James was immersed in a deep melancholy in the living room, enveloped by a dense cloud of cigar smoke, while a bottle of liquor rested beside him. His lips still tasted of the burning kiss he had given Meg, and his mind remained immersed in the confessions they had exchanged. The love they felt for each other was undeniable, intense and true, but this was the tragedy that surrounded them. It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges.