Love In Blind 소설 & 이야기

"Love is love when you love someone When they give their love back love becomes so sweet Love is so fragile yet so enduring Love is so caring yet so in need Love is in need of another love to make a great love How could love hurt someone so in love? Love is so kind To the point that it is so blind Love is so blind only to see the good Love is so sweet like a smell of a rose That is when the rose became a symbol of love When matters of the heart don't matter anymore

The silence said more than words ever could. He turned back toward the window, watching the city below. “Love,” he said quietly. “It makes even the smartest people weak.” “Or strong,” she whispered. He looked over his shoulder, meeting her eyes. “Be careful, Leah. Sometimes love is just another word for blind loyalty. Don’t lose yourself trying to save a man who was never meant to be saved.”

Look above his head, Almara! I tore my gaze away from his stare and looked. It was a deep beige. Robert was completely bored and everything he’d said was a complete and utter lie. He really didn’t love me. How could I have been so blind? Love makes you blind. There were times when you couldn’t see his true emotions. I tried to tell you so many times, but you wouldn’t listen. It doesn’t matter now. You’re free, Lily answered. I was about to respond, but Robert cupped my face and leaned towards me. He was going to kiss me.

“I don’t know where you’re getting the thought from, but you look beautiful.” There is a confidence I immediately develop as I see the satisfaction in his eyes. I, however, want to look even better for myself and a little for him. “Yea, to you, but to those that aren’t blind I am,” I explain, using my hands to illustrate a balanced weighing scale. “So basically what you’re saying is I’m blind?” “Cheer up! Love does that to many people. You’re not the first and will certainly not be the last.” I assure him, moving to go inside and change.

My heart is whole, and my life is complete and full of more love and happiness than I’d ever thought possible. And it’s all because I fell in love with my blind date. THE END

On the picture, appeared the both of us genuinely in love with each other before, up until now, and to infinity. A part of me already died three years ago. But no one seems to notice. Maybe I’m just really good at hiding. “Love recognizes no barriers, I know it is hard to remember all the gorgeous memories we had when all the wilted petals of flowers blocked the way, but the only thing that I know I could do was to love you, and love you more- like the way I did when we first laid in the same bed. You gave me a second chance to see the world again through your eyes saying that you’ve laid enough stares to the beauty of your world while in the hospital, which is me. You donated it to me think

All of me, the messy parts and the beautiful, and loved me for it all. This love story wasn't about erasing the past; it was a testament to the transformative power of finding the right person. Brian arrived seemingly out of nowhere, a beacon of light in the unexpected corners of life. And next to him, under the vast expanse of the universe, the shadows of past relationships faded into insignificance. This, this was real. This was love.

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”

even if she wasn't looking at me, the pain through her eyes is visible, enough for me to see it barely. “When you love, you give it all. You blind yourself from everything because you love him. The saying is true, love is blind. It is really blind, because we're the ones who blind ourselves when we love.” Right through that tiny smile of hers, I can tell how tough her journey was. The dark past of her love story could be told by that smile. “I don't know if I should give him a chance and get swayed by his flowery words again,” I mentioned and now looked away.