Ketulusan Cinta Novels & Stories

I stay silent and let him continue. "Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love it. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body."

He understood her pain, not just intellectually, but viscerally, because he had witnessed it, had shared in it. Their love was a slow burn, a quiet understanding that deepened with each passing day. It wasn’t the fiery passion of her relationship with Kaelen, a relationship that had been tainted by darkness and betrayal. This was different, this was real. It was a love built on mutual respect, shared experiences, and an unshakeable bond forged in the crucible of war. It was a love that nourished her soul and healed her heart.

She sang of two lovers, destined for love, but couldn't be together because their love was poisoning others around them. I willed her to look my way as she scanned the crowd, searching for something that I knew I had the answer to. When it seemed like it wouldn't find me, it did and it never left. It was like we were the two lovers, destined never to be together. On the last line, tears dropped from her face as she repeatedly sang goodbye, maybe in another life.

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.

The whiskey burned more now, too harsh, but I kept drinking until it didn't. My head had rolled back, so I could continuously stare at the faint light from the window, and traced shapes in the dark. “You don’t even know how to love someone right, Kael,” I murmured. “You think dominance is devotion. You think control is care. You think marking someone halfway means forever. You’re wrong.” The last word came out broken. I didn't even realize it until it was too late. Hot tears pouring down my cheeks uninvited. I wiped at them angrily, muttering curses under my breath.

The struggle to move on persisted, a poignant melody of love, loss, and the elusive search for closure. In the quiet expanse of Kaitlyn's abandoned room, Kyle sank to the floor, the weight of his yearning bearing down on him like an overwhelming burden. The tangible ache of heartbreak made itself known as he settled on the cool surface, confronting the echoes of a love that once animated the room with warmth and joy.

It was raw and unguarded. “So what’s going to be the last fantasy?” She chuckled dryly, trying to distract herself from what she was actually feeling. "I want to do something different today," he said. "Different how?" "No list," he started, tracing his thumb tracing her jawline. “I just want to make love to you, Yas. I want to feel all of you, I want to let you in…” he paused and bit his lips like he was giving away too much. Then he chuckled dryly too,

Yes —Stupidly enough. Because no matter how much this kiss affects me. No matter the emotions it stirs up inside me No matter the realization dawning on me now, that I might be in love with him. That I am so foolish enough to have fallen for Prince Jamal. I have to remember that he is no least affected, because Jamal can't feel. Jamal is cursed and he can't even understand my emotions. More so Jamal is engaged, engaged to a princess. And I am in no way in his league.

He choked. "Then why do you feel odd when I show my love towards you? Why can't you believe that I love you too in the same way? All this question of who deserves what... it doesn't make any sense. When we love someone, we love them with all their flaws and all their virtues. Please don't say such things again." Damini looked away from him and sucked on her lower lip, trying to control her tears.

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.’