Novel & Cerita Is Love Fleeting

How could she walk away so easily from someone who still carried pieces of her in his silence? Was this what love really was? Something fleeting? A beautiful illusion that, once the excitement wore off, turned into a dull ache? Was I being naïve for hoping that love could be more than just a phase? Maybe I was romanticizing a feeling that was always meant to be temporary. Maybe love was mortal. Maybe it lived fast and died quietly, its loss leaving behind an echo that people called “moving on.” I remembered something my mother had once told me on a lazy afternoon, when I brought up love and marriage as if I understood them.

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

He kissed the top of my head without saying another word. Because sometimes love doesn’t arrive like a movie. Sometimes love shows up like Aaric. Quiet, slow, and suddenly... you’re in the middle of it with no idea how to get out. And you’re not even sure you want to.

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.’