Love Hypthesis Mga Nobela at Kwento

The way I felt and flushed whenever he said nice things could only mean one thing and that was the fact that I was having a crush on Tony freaking Ryan. *Oh GOD save me!* I thought groaning internally. *But this can't be love, or could it?* I wondered. I concluded it was just a crush, though I had a hunch Tenda was probably in love with him. I also sensed he was slightly into her but I couldn't be so sure hence he acted the same way towards me. *Why Lord! Why does it have to happen that when I finally get a crush it has to be a freaking love triangl--

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.

She paused, as if considering me, then dropped me. I collapsed, gasping, every breath burning in my chest. "You'd sacrifice yourself for him, huh? After everything I’ve done to help you?! Wow! How touching! How human! How weak!” she yelled at James. He stared at her, frozen with fear. "It's called love,” I rasped, coughing violently. “Love is just chemicals, manifesting through oxytocin and dopamine. Nothing special.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “I loved you once, did you know that? Before the research… before everything. I held you as a baby and thought you were perfect.”

The drive suddenly made him feel alone as he remembered his friends' happy faces, full of love and satisfaction. Maybe because of the solemn music playing on the radio or maybe because he's just feeling alone, his mind began drifting off to the time when he was as happy as them... as in love as them. He sighed as he remembered how that kind of love turned into hatred. Hatred that made him finally decide to leave. Hatred that consumed him to the point of losing himself. Justine sighed once more as the memories that he had deeply buried went knocking once again, wanting to be remembered even after all these years.

"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."

"You did not send in your report today, remember?" It was as clear as day. She exhibited the behaviors of a girl longing, a girl in admiration, a girl in love. That, he knew so well because he was a regular, he'd come across many with such similarities. But unlike the other girls who threw themselves at him, Gianna's ability to deny her attraction, to suppress her feelings, to kill her impulse with unflinching ease made her different. A lot different. And for some reason, it fueled his desire for her even more. Adam was entirely consumed by dopamine. And in the midst of it, he figured that he liked it. Better still, because it was a game of chase, he loved it. "I may or may not have forgotte