Love In Other Words นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Marami akong kilalang lalaki, Lucifer. Mabilis akong makabasa at alam mo ‘yon. A man who is in love doesn’t want to be kissed by someone. So tell me, who’s the lucky girl?” He scoffed. “Nonsense.” Umangat ang kilay ni Brittany. “You call love nonsense? O baka naman… hmm, hindi mo pa tanggap sa sarili mong in love ka? I know you, Luke. Love is the last word in your vocabulary. Don’t take me as a fool.”

Love is neither trueor false. Love is love. Love means that differences can be worked out. It's reaching your dreams together.. Love is not only about how you feel. But in times it's about what and how you do to make the other feel. To love a person is to see all theirmagic, And remind them of it when theyhave forgotten. It's when two people touch each others soul,...

Hindi ko naman kayang pigilan ang nararamdaman ko. Kumuha na lang ako ng tubig at ininom iyon para maalis sya sa isip ko. Pero simula din nang iwan nya ako at makipaghiwalay parang kasabay na din ang paglimot ko sa salitang LOVE. Ni hindi na ulit ako nagmahal ng ibang lalaki kahit napakarami nilang sumusuyo sakin siguro natakot na ang puso ko. Ano ba ‘tong mga iniisip ko baka mamaya malate na naman ako eh. Makatulog na nga lang ulit. "Don't believe everything you hear. There are three sides to a story yours, theirs, and the truth.”

It's hard when you are in a long distance relationship tapos your love language is physical touch, cuddles. When you want to hug the person you love but you can't because you're far from each other. Internet Love pa nga. Ang Internet Love ay gawa-gawa lamang ng mga illuminati, joke. Internet Love? Kabag lang 'yan. Sa Internet Love, swertihan lang. May mapupunta sa'yo na green flag, kung saan parang may mali kasi almost perfect na kayo e. Ideal relationship or Ideal couple.

"I want a different answer this time. I want a precise answer. Straight to the point. Isang salita lang. Papaano mo ilalarawan ang pag-ibig na mayroon ka sa akin sa iisang salita lang?" Ahh, God. He had been looking forward to this privacy with her, but Trini wanted nothing at the moment but talk about cheesy stuff. Well, okay. Pagbibigyan niya ito. "Inifite," he answered. "The single word that best describes my love for you is infinite. Walang kapatusan—habang-buhay." "Paano kung dumating ang araw na hindi ka na masaya sa relasyon natin? Paano kung hindi mo na maramdaman ang infinite love na sinasbai mo?"

“Then, pity on you for loving me.” Hindi na alam ni Anastasia kung paanong patitigilin ang sakit na nararamdaman ng kaniyang puso ngayon. Wasak na wasak na ito at hindi niya alam kung makakayanan pa ba niyang buoin ito sa kabila ng mga salitang parang patalim na tumatama direkta sa kaniyang dibdib.

Nung nakaraang linggo ko pa isinulat itong vow ko, at minemorize ko lang, kaya hindi ako tumitingin sa iba bagkus ay sa mga mata lang ako ni Liam nakatingin. “I thought love would be loud, dramatic, and overwhelming. But loving you was gentle. It was quiet. It was a feeling that grew in my heart before I even realized it was there. You came into my life when I wasn’t looking for anything, and somehow, you became everything.” saad ko pa. “You saw me when I was unsure of myself,

Pagkasabi ko no'y tumalikod agad ako at tahimik na umiyak habang paakyat sa kwarto ko. Doesn't mean I've never been into a relationship, I'm not capable of understanding love. Kahit pa 'yong love na tinutukoy ko ay sa pamilya ko lang din nahanap at naibahagi. I verily believe that love comes in all shapes and sizes, and in all forms and twists. Love is an allegory. It represents something apparent and something abstract at the same time. It's always up to us on how we decide to interpret it. Are we going to see in a way that it's always being seen and known for? Or are we going to read between the lines and discover that there's actually something more profound than that, and that it's not r

Napakuyom ako ng kamao. “He’s already coming.” “Of course he is,” sagot ko. “Because of you.” Hindi ako sumagot. Kasi totoo. “Love,” dagdag niya, parang lason ang salita. “Such a useful weakness.” “Hindi ‘yon love,” agad kong sagot. Ngumiti siya. “Then what is it?” Hindi ako sumagot. Hindi ko kaya. Hindi ko alam. “Call it whatever you want,” sabi niya. “Attachment. Obsession. Possession.”

He’s looking at me the way he used to be. But my mind processing his words, and I don’t know what I should answer. I would love to say “yes” but I’m afraid to say so. Ang natatanging gusto ko lang ngayon, ay ang maabot ang sukdulan ng aming kaligayahan. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang matigas na bagay na tumutusok sa aking puson kaya kinapa ko ito. Lumalaki, tumitigas, at nagwawala na ito sa loob.