Novel & Cerita It's My Love Story

I tear them into pieces throwing them in my trash bin. Gazing at the trash bin, memories flood back, recalling the serendipitous encounter with Izzy and the creation of a fairy tale love story that unfolded between them. It felt like a magical journey, a narrative woven together by fate and happenstance. The connection they shared seemed almost enchanting, as if every twist and turn had a purpose, creating a love story that was both extraordinary and beautifully inexplicable.

It added even more to my pain; my vision was getting blurry from my tears and the pain in my head. "You'll apologize, but you won't listen to me again." He took a few steps toward me and touched my cheeks, wiping away the tears. I sobbed and leaned into his touch, wanting this warmth from him. I can't see his face anymore in my hazy state, but this is enough for me. "Do you even really love me?" he asked, gently stroking my cheeks with his thumb. Still, tears keep falling down my cheeks. "Of course, Zach, I love you so much. I answered him weakly, almost instinctively.

I said looking at the moon. "True.." he said. "Siddharth..." "Hmmm..." he hummed while pushing my hair on one shoulder and put his chin on my shoulder. "You know once I told you that I want mine story is different feom others and want everyone remember it. See... our love story is different from others. It's different that we can make another movie on our love story." I said. He chuckled softly and said, "Indeed Our love story is unique and pure." Yes, our love story is unique and pure.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

-OH MY END! Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

Was it really an accident or something else? Misti's parents fell in love with each other when they first met in the past and they had a fairytale-like love story. Misti is fascinated by the love story of her parents and she wants the same for her life but she does not know that everyone's life is not the same and her love story will be a lot different than her parents'. But she did not know that her parents had faced a very challenging situation in the past but they overcame it with their love and faith in each other.

“You don’t even know who he is. He told me that he hated having you in his family. How you appeared from nowhere and tried to take his parents away from him.” “You lying b---h!” Luyando shouted. “Tula would never say that!” “Oh but he did!” Natasha shouted. “You think he liked having you in their house but it was just pity. You keep holding on to the idea that he might one day tell you that he loves you…because how can he not when he accepted you into his life so easily? But that was never love. It was pity!” “Tulani loves me!” Luyando shouted back. “He just doesn’t want to admit it because he knows it would break his mother’s heart.”

"Graciella, I didn't love you back then, and I won't love you forever! As a result, sign the divorce papers so we can each go our separate ways." I felt like a thousand daggers were being driven into my chest. I was wrong about everything I assumed, even the belief that nothing hurts more than knowing he doesn't love me. I mistakenly believed I could tolerate the agony because I had been experiencing discomfort for a long time since we shared the same residence, but I was mistaken. I didn't expect to feel the way I do right now when the guy you love tells you he doesn't love you. My tear ducts opened, and I began to cry, yet my smile remained intact.

I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.

It’s like paying them to play with my hair, added with a disappointing haircut too. If I’m reading too much of his actions, I probably shouldn’t relax much since he also did this for me to be more comfortable telling him what happened the other day. Or he likes me and probably wants to marry me. Joke ½. “I only heard his side of the story. Though, he deeply apologizes,” Ah. So, it’s the first option. What a pity, it wasn’t the latter. I only let out a sigh, partly for my deflated ego. I told him my side of the story, but still careful with my own opinions. It’s what put me in that situation in the first place anyway.