Novel & Cerita Is Love Fleeting

Kianna Love is a strange, maddening thing. It is a silent trap that slips around your chest, tightening until it wraps around your soul. One moment, you feel like you can tear down the sky. The next, you are crawling through the wreckage of a heart that dared to dream too much. It always begins with a flicker. A quiet glance. An accidental touch that lingers a second too long. A laugh that feels entirely personal. But as I stood in our bedroom, looking at my reflection, a cold question clawed at my throat: Can I really fall in love again?

Someone who brings joy and stirs something in your soul… she repeated the words in her head. Does that include the craving? The desire I feel for Phillian? The way my heart races wildly when he’s near? If I hold on to Phillian based solely on these emotions… how long will that happiness last? What if next month, I no longer feel the same? What I’m feeling now… it’s shallow. No matter how intense the attraction is, it’s still surface-level. I can’t possibly build forever on this? This... isn’t love. There is no such thing as forever. None. Zilch. Nada.

[Evander] Watching my two loves approaching me with passion and desire takes my breath away. I have lived for over 200 years, and in my life, I have loved and lost my heart many times. But none of those moments can compare to this one. I might be a leprechaun king but I am still a man with a heart that bleeds and breaks as easily as it loves, and if there were ever two people in the world with the power to tear me into pieces and leave me shattered and unable to mend, it would be these two. As much as my heart is overflowing with love, I have never found myself as afraid as I am at this moment. I know that even if they never leave me by choice, the universe could have other plans, and I coul

Liu Liu stubbornly stopped saying a word, but continued to bury her head in the bowl and shed tears crazily, expressing her determination with practical actions. The whole room fell into a strange quiet, just like the quiet before the storm. "Bang bang!" "Is anyone home?" A knock at the door broke the deadlock. "I'll open the door." Liu Liu wiped away her tears, threw down her bowl, ran out of the room as quickly as she could, rushed to the door, and opened the door without even asking. The scene behind the door really scared Liu Liu. A large number of people crowded in the shabby and dark corridor. At first glance, there were about six or seven people, each of whom was eager.

Brings my sanity back to its place. The fleeting happiness I felt yesterday is now nowhere to be found. Love? Even my subconscious knows that the love I have for him is so immense that this body refuses to reject his presence. This heart refuses to reject his affection. But once again, I realize. That the happiness I feel is only fleeting. The long-lasting happiness I found in the end is now traded for choices I cannot make either of them. All the choices aimed at me in the end will only hurt me. Then what should I do?

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye and fell onto the withered petals. In the end, Julia and I had nothing left but a love that bloomed too briefly and faded too soon. The End.

The horses racing inside my heart immediately disappeared, as well as the butterflies flying inside my stomach, like a bubble that disappeared. The thrill I felt earlier, now replaced by pain! Jiro courted me for six months and before I answered him, I assured myself that I really loved him. So I answered him one day. And during those six months, when I found out that I loved him, I immediately thought of things about us. Just like what our endearment will be. And because I really liked the 'hubby' and 'wife' endearment that is what we want to call them but they don't seem to want to said Jiro, then!

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”