Novel & Cerita Jealousy Is Just Love And Hate At The Same Time

i asked while looking at him. A devilish smirk that i had long learned to fear years ago spreads across his face. He leans in closer and grabs my hips pulling me closer and whispers " oh love are you jealous?" He asked while stroking the tattoo he know i had on my right thigh causing me to shiver under his touch. " And if i am" i said regaining control over my body. He smiled " then you don't have to be your the only woman i want and will ever need I'm here for someone who crossed me" he said pulling back putting space between us.

"I told you, I just don't want to scare you away." A flash of frustration coursed through me. "No, Kael, you don't understand. I love your passion when it comes to us. That was never the issue. I want you to be madly in love with me mentally and physically, as I know you are. I just need you to overcome the jealousy. Passion and jealousy are not the same. We can be like we were a week ago. What I do or did with the others doesn't change us!"

He sighed, but there was no real frustration in it. Just possessiveness wrapped in restraint. We resumed walking, this time closer. His arm slid around my shoulders. Not claiming. Not announcing. Just… holding. And I realized something in that moment. Jealousy, when it comes from insecurity, is ugly. But when it comes from caring quietly… it feels different. He wasn’t afraid of losing me. He just didn’t like sharing the sight of my smile. And strangely, that made my heart beat a little faster.

“Are you jealous?” Those words sent flames all over my body. I turned to him, my voice trembling. “Don’t reduce what I’m feeling right now to just jealousy. It’s more than that. It’s anger and hurt.”

Feeling the flame of jealousy burning in the pit of my stomach "Oh please, I can't take this anymore, what would you have me do? You call me a slut and all sought of mean things to me, you refused me hanging out with anyone and even took my job away from me, and even when my body reacts even to your own touch you're still angry with me, hear me, I do not want to love you, I hate that I love you, I tell myself plenty of times to quench any feelings I have for you but my heart just won't listen to me, you're the devil himself and I hate you", tears streamed down her cheeks as she ranted and I allowed her to rant, my brain couldn't process anything farther than her statement of, "I hate that I

Single. I feel no hot surge of jealousy. I dissect that emotion, as I have all others. Jealousy implies a fear of loss, a recognition that another’s claim might supersede your own. I do not fear. I assess. This man is not a threat to my possession; he is a new variable in my equation. The question is one of application. How best to utilize him?

He told everyone and himself daily that he hated her for what she did to his mother but deep inside he knew that he still loved her but now he felt something other than love for her and that emotion was more than his love and that was hate. Yes, he hated her but he still loved her too. Love and hate in one package Combination of two emotions that could never live with each other and if you brought them together, they only brought destruction. Love don't let give her pain and hate won't let her be happy. Total mess.

"What am I going to do?" "When you leave, find your full trust in her and your forgiveness for yourself, too, so that she can forgive you, as well. Reduce your jealousy, Zack." He tapped me on my shoulder. "You know, bro, it's okay to be jealous sometimes and be possessive because that's how love is, isn't it? You don't share what's yours exclusively. But not to the extent that you would let those things eat your sanity and consume you because that's way too different from being normal. That's very unhealthy, Zack. That will destroy you, the two of you, in your relationship.”

“If you were jealous you should have just talked to me about it instead of joining hands with someone to expose me. As I said, you don’t know what was at risk. And if you had asked me, you would have found out there was nothing to be jealous of.” “There is,” he said, sadly, “and it’s worse that you don’t see it. He wouldn’t affect you if you didn’t have feelings toward him, and even if those feelings are hated the way you claim they are, hate is the opposite of love. You can always go back to it.” “You have no idea what you’re saying,” I said. “I do,” he said, “and it hurts even more that you don’t see it,” he added, walking away. What a way to ruin my day.

I chanted the words like saying sorry to her for falling in love with the person who was a nightmare in her world but a beautiful dream in mine, There is a thin line between love and hate. One line that separates two devastating feelings of the world. Both of them carry the same strong obsessional feelings of complication that you don't realize crossing the sacred line. One moment you're hating him for hurting someone close to you and the next moment you find reasons to divert the truth of the incident only to assure yourself from any guilt.