Novel & Cerita Love In Difficult Times Story

Sighing, Mrs White gave his shoulder an assuring squeeze, shaking him a little to break his rhythm of pain. “Oh, people are way too blind in love to notice the difference between right and wrong. Not saying he is right but it is not that he doesn’t love you either.” Mrs White tried to tell him but he scoffed, refusing to believe it. “Showing love is harder than you imagine, Vincent. Some people couldn’t even tell the person that they love them.” Mr White added too, sharing the painful reality of life. Not everyone is capable of saying ‘I love you’, they carry those three words in their hearts forever.

I whispered as I stroked her head. “ I'm also happy that we ended like this, Ylisha I, thank God I found you," and kissed her forehead. And that's how our relationship began. -Love can really change someone, though it's too complicated sometimes. We felt jealousy, we felt discomfort, our hearts even sinks in different ways. But there's nothing worth the pain and jealousy when the one you love felt the same way as you are.-

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.

When she reaches the living room, she finds her favorite sparkling cider (because, babies), chocolate-covered strawberries, and bouquets of roses covering every surface. She turns to me, eyes glistening, and sees me kneeling with a ring box in my hand. Lex gasps. Her hands fly to her mouth as a single tear slips down her cheek. “Alexis Eun Park,” I begin, my voice shaking with everything I feel, “I’ve loved you almost from the moment I met you. I’ve been an idiot—so many times. But somehow, you still found a way to love me back. I can’t promise I’ll never screw up again. But I can promise I’ll love you and our children for the rest of my life, if you’ll let me.”

She was the best at attacking someone where it hurt most, so she said languidly, "I got that tattoo with him during the summer break of twelfth grade. Those words are an abbreviation of my name. He says that he loves me. Has he ever told you he loves you? Zoey, I was never a thief. You're just not the person he fell in love with last time." Zoey slowly hung her head as her ears rang. Her roiling emotions made her lose her hearing in her left ear. So it was true that heartache could hurt this badly. She felt as if she’d lost everything, although she hadn't gotten anything in the first place. She sniffed and said, "Is there anything else? Just tell me everything in one go. I'm bored."

“Of course.” He watches me carefully. Too carefully. “Everyone wants to hurt you,” I say, my voice trembling, “so they use me.” I wipe at my face, but the tears won’t stop. “They have my family… all because I fell in love with you.” The laugh turns into a sob halfway through. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. Why does love hurt like this? Why does loving someone feel like volunteering for destruction? “I didn’t ask for this,” I whisper. “I didn’t ask to be a pawn in your war.”

Some things can't be achieved through effort alone - like winning Levi's heart. But is it wrong to fall for someone excellent? Can't feelings be cultivated slowly? I pinched my palm, and when the sharp pain came, I suddenly missed Celestia so bad. This longing was mixed with unwillingness to accept it. But reality shattered me once again... The devotion I took pride in couldn't compete with the novelty of Jessa in Celestia's eyes. My occasional strictness seemed to have annoyed Celestia long ago. I went from my contacts to my photo album. There were photos of Celestia, photos of Celestia and me, photos of Levi and Celestia - but not a single family photo of the three of us.

"Did you never love her, Lewis?" Melvin asked me, lowering his voice. Did I love her? The answer would always be a resounding yes. On the day when she ran through several streets under the scorching sun just to buy bread I want to eat… When she stood up for me without caring about her own image when others mocked me for being an orphan.. When she confessed to me, stumbling over her words three times before finally getting it out... I truly and passionately loved her.

It was as though he too had felt that kind of unexpressed longing, and it tugged at something within me. The third story was about a love that spanned across age, where the older man was mature and steady, while his younger lover was passionate and fearless. Though their relationship was challenged by their age difference, they supported each other, facing life’s hardships together. Their love wasn’t understood by outsiders, yet the mutual respect and acceptance they shared only made their bond stronger.

she pleaded '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' Edwin's love story [flashback]