Love As A Construct Novels & Stories

I said. "I thought love was something you won," he said, with the particular, precise quality he brought to the distinction. "Through being exceptional. Through being useful. Through being better than the alternative." He paused. "It took me years to understand that love that works like that isn't love. It's a contract. And contracts don't keep you warm in October when the garden has gone dormant and there's nothing to demonstrate and nothing to win."

Raw and irrational and almost adolescent in its bitterness. He looked at Luca with open contempt. Then at Damon. And said the cruelest thing he could think of: “When he leaves you, you’ll deserve it.” Silence. Rain. Blood. Damon’s hand steadied. Completely. Because there it was. The thing Matteo had never understood and never would. Love was not leverage. Not a transaction. Not a cage. Not a debt. It was choice. Messy. Risky. Human. And the reason Matteo would always lose was because he couldn’t comprehend being chosen freely.

A sacred bond, forged in fire and tempered by fate, stronger than any prophecy or blessing. And I realized something else, where the sounds of distant celebrations should have reached us, it doesn’t. Because in the midst of our passion I have given Aphrodite her way and unleashed the full load of her gift on the pack and the gathered leaders: love in the forms of eros, the physical love or sexual desire; philia, the love that involves friendship; agape, the selfless and unconditional love; storge, the natural love for family; philautia, self-love; pragma, the practical kind of love; and even mania, the obsessive kind. But also, her other gift: fertility. Those she-wolves in our pack who were

"How is it incomplete?" "You missed the most important part." I hold her empty gaze. "I'm not trying to prove I have value. I know I have value. The people who love me showed me that, reflected it back until I could see it myself. That's what love does—it helps us see truths about ourselves that trauma tried to hide." "Love is chemical bonding reinforced by social conditioning." She says it like she's reciting a textbook. "Oxytocin, dopamine, neural pathways formed through repeated positive stimulus. It's biology, not magic."

I am such a miserable person who couldn’t even define love even after being in a numerous relationship. What is love, really? Is it getting that certain jittery feeling when you are with someone you wouldn’t even bare to live without? Is it holding hands and kissing with someone your heart beats fast about? What? What really is love? Isn’t it just a socially constructed feeling? Would anyone even know about love if they don’t read about it in novels or if they don’t watch about it on drama shows? Who would know that it’s love if the books didn’t exactly say about fast heartbeats? Who would know that it’s love if dramas didn’t show that everything would be in slow motion once you looked into

"LOVE IS BIOCHEMICAL RESPONSE OPTIMIZING REPRODUCTION AND SOCIAL COHESION. EMERGENT PROPERTY OF CONSCIOUSNESS EVOLUTION." "That's the technical definition," Luna said, tears streaming down her face. "Here's the real one: Love is choosing to suffer for someone else's happiness. It's irrational, illogical, and more powerful than any force in existence. I love Theo across infinite distance. That love keeps him sane while he holds seven realities together. Can you calculate that?" "ATTEMPTING QUANTIFICATION—" The Architect's form flickered. "RESULTS INCONCLUSIVE. EMOTIONAL STATES DEMONSTRATE UNEXPECTED COMPLEXITY."

Eason groaned. “He just wants what’s best,” Nyla said. “Yeah, best for him,” Eason scowled. “You’ll learn, Nyla, that the only person my dad cares about is himself. The rest is just an act.” Suddenly Edmond’s coldness took on a new meaning: indifference. Conflicted on whether or not to believe Eason, Nyla stayed silent. “Well, let’s get started.” Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.”

"Shane, I'm sure Nat didn't mean to do this. She probably just loves you too much. You should try to understand her. After all, she comes from a poor family. She doesn't have money, let alone love." I couldn't hold back my laughter any longer. "You're wrong. I don't want his love anymore."

- I insist," I said, amused by her surprised expression. - I am anxiety itself, and I'm already nervous enough to be here, so keeping busy is the best way to avoid disaster. Chloe laughed. - If that's the case, I accept. Chloe and I spent the next twenty minutes lining up candy and opening boxes, and I didn't really care that I was helping out without being hired, being busy was really the best way to keep my mind off my other problem, and to solve this one I'd need more time and a little luck. - Sorry love, there was a problem with the orders, can you believe the guy wanted to sell me construction material? - a dark-eyed brunette came talking, he walked right past me and kissed Chloe. - Wha

It would seem somehow if she's drinking and I'm not. I had asked her if she was in love with Jeff since Jeff had already told her that he was not ready to get married….. so he doesn't want to play with her feelings. She had quietly thought about what answer she could give me….. and finally the word 'Maybe' left her mouth. It's indeed obvious from her response that she doesn't love him. Love is different from lust. Love is the transaction that we are hardwired to desire. We present the right amount of desirable traits, boom...... We can either turn it ON or turn it Off.