Love Hypthesis Mga Nobela at Kwento

Though there is no white that is not black and there is no black without white. We are too busy to follow the stigma, forget ourselves, wear masks to be accepted and deny all our feelings and in the end we forget ourselves and be shackled in pseudo happiness. Even though we will be happy if we can be ourselves and accept who we are. Love is very mysterious and difficult to understand. It came and went arbitrarily without our permission. Love turns us into dolls that are controlled arbitrarily. We cry and laugh because of it and sometimes we change into others just because of love.

Why does the thought of her death wreck me even more than the memory of the day I lost all of my friends? I feel my jaw go slack as the realization hits me. I love Ana. I am wholly and completely in love with her. The dream proposal was just a manifestation of what I've been feeling for far longer than I'd like to admit. I realize I've loved Ana for a while now, I was just too scared to admit it to myself. It still scares the hell out of me. What does she feel for me?

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

I looked at her waiting for her to explain. “You really don’t know, do you?” she asked, clearly enjoying my confusion. She leaned in, her voice full of mockery. “Your blood only works when a certain hormone is present. It is why Daisy could only make two antidotes in her entire life. She only got to be with the man she truly loved twice.” “What are you saying? Which hormone?” I demanded her to explain, my voice trembling. She laughed again. “Oxytocin, darling. We can call it the ‘love hormone.’ It fosters trust, connection and affection. It contributes to the feeling of satisfaction and relaxation after sex. You can only produce enough of it when you are with someone you truly love and trust

I love the hugs Red gives me, and I love whenever Gray smiles at me. The science behind love was something that I read a few years ago. Oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin, were happy hormones that get released when you love someone. There’s also the sensitivity from Oxytocin of females and the sensitivity from Vasopressin of males. The chemicals make us giddy and happy and energetic. I wrap my arms around Red’s waist and squeeze, “Only one.” “What?” He asks. “I didn’t hear you.”

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

True love ends happily ever after when the hero and the heroine ride off into the sunset together. Science tells us something different. Science tells us that love is just a bunch of chemicals in our brains. It tells us that when we are in love, chemicals like dopamine, adrenaline, and oxytocin soak our brains and change the way we think. For the sake of this experiment, we are going to go with science’s explanation. Otherwise, we have no hope. According to research done in such well-respected places as Harvard, there are three phases of love. Anyone who has been reading this blog for a while will know the first stage intimately.

I get my phone and open my gallery where I save some of my photos and I can hear their gasped. Then I was wrapped with a warm hugged from her and she talk softly to me "What happen to you son?" I can see that she got teary and I hugged her back. After the hug she start to talk. "I found Tee in the forest after our hiking trip, he was having a fever. I brought him back to the cabin where my friends and I were staying during our trip. We took care of him and called a doctor, after two days the fever was gone but when he woke up he cannot remember anything. So, I decided to bring him in the city for the better check - up. Ever since then I become his mother, and I love him so much. My family di

I thought he would be the man who would marry me despite my condition. I decided to break things up with Rex. As for my nurse… “Miss… I didn't mean to hurt you…” She said while crying. “What?! Are you kidding me?” I shouted furiously. “Is it… is it immoral to love? Am I that sinful just because I gave that man the things you couldn't give him? In a year of being your nurse, I understand what he's been through.” I guided my wheelchair towards her direction, I tried to stand in front of her with all my will. I grasped a post shakingly to stand and to say this to her face:

"You don't get to call what you did love." He looked away. "You chose him." "Yes." "After everything?" "Yes." He laughed bitterly. "I never understood why." I looked at him. "Because Ambrose never asked me to become someone else to deserve his love." Silence. "That's what you never understood, Zane." I took a breath. "Love isn't about making someone choose you." He looked at me. "It's about giving them the freedom not to." “For crying outloud we were Highschool sweethearts we got engaged we were going to get married but you cheated on me a day before our wedding with one of friends…instead of apologising you raped me and acted like nothing happened.”