Love From The Past Novels & Stories

I fell silent and smiled half-heartedly. "Rose… You must hate me so much, don't you? Because of me, you fell out with your best friend. Because of me, you wasted eight years of your youth." In the end, his voice cracked, and he hung his head. I scoffed. My gaze was calm and at peace with the past. "Don't think so highly of yourself, Landon. I don't love you anymore, so why would I hate you?" He paused before changing the subject. "Have you been doing well?"

A whisper of defiance, clinging to a shred of what they were. Loveth sighed dramatically. "So provincial. But very well, if you insist. For *tradition*." She made the word sound like a disease. She stepped closer, her scent overwhelming the comforting smell of old books. "You know," she murmured, her voice dropping, laced with malice, "it’s almost touching, this devotion to the past. Like a dog whining for a master who’s never coming back."

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

When Pastora Vien said that the love we’re all looking for isn’t as strong as His for us, I was slugged by the truth. When I said that Love is Patient, and I can wait for the time Axl will say his love to me, there is a stronger love than that. When my father said that Love is Happiness, maybe he wasn’t really talking about the love that ends. It’s about the Love that’s never ending. It is about Him. Masuyo pa rin akong yakap-yakap ni Pastora habang binubuhos ko ang mga luha ko. Lord, I was never there. I never really believed you, but I hope I’m not yet late. Please, let me in.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

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We went from seeing each other every day to once every three months. Yet, every time he came back from a business trip, he would come home first and bring me a flower. And I would make him a simple bowl of noodle soup, just like I used to when we were kids. That day was just like any other. I made the noodles and waited for Felix to come home. I waited and waited, but instead, I got a call from the hospital. Time no longer mattered to Felix. Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20.