Love Is A Poison Mga Nobela at Kwento

I unconsciously nodded then he drove me home. So this is what they called love? Love is happiness, love is everything,love makes us smile,love makes the bland became colorful. It makes your dull life shine again.Pero sa estado ko ay kasalungat ang lahat na iyon. Love is a matter of sacrifices,love can hurt unintentionally,love can destroy and playful. "Loosen up Nat. Magsaya ka naman kahit ngayon lang," Jen drank her patron. We're now on a club.

Hinawakan ang magkabilang balikat, "You are so pretty and so sexy." "Tsk. Binobola pa ako. Magluluto na--ano ba?!" angal nito. Salubong pa ang kilay nito. Hinigit niya ito at mabilis na niyakap. "Sweetheart, may nakakalimutan ka." "I love you." "I love you, too. Pero hindi iyon ang ibig kong sabihin." "E, ano ba iyon?" "Parang gusto ko pa nang second round eh!"

Because I remember talking to my mother about love and she always says to me na mahalin ko ang tao na itinitibok ng puso ko. Humalakhak ito. Bagay na hindi ko maintindihan dahil wala akong makitang nakakatawa sa sinabi ko. "They believe in love but love can't make you survive this life like what money does." Natatawang sagot nito. Nakaramdam ako ng lungkot para sa mga pamilya na namumuhay sa karangyaan.

halata ang sakit at iritasyon sa boses nito. Fck. Paano ko ba sasabihin dito na sobra ko itong mahal? At hindi iyon nakakabuti para sa aming dalawa? Na sa halip na maging masaya kami ay kabaligtaran no'n ang nangyayari? How I wanted to be him. How I wanted to heal him. Hindi nito alam kung gaano ang kagustuhan kong gawin ang mga bagay na 'yon para rito. But my love for him is like a poison; it keeps on making me feel vulnerable and weak. It keeps on hurting us both. Instead of making me feel alive, it keeps on killing me and burning me down to the core.

he winced. She shrugged her shoulders. “Nada. Alguien acaba de venderme un lápiz labial y dice que puede matar a cualquiera ya que el veneno es fuerte y yo también podría perder la vida si lo uso demasiado tiempo. Entonces, solo para matarte, tuve que arriesgarlo todo, incluso si eso significa perder mi dignidad, no importa. Escoria, ¿por qué es tan difícil matarte? (Nothing. Someone just sold me a lipstick and it says it can kill anyone since the poison is strong and I might lose my life too if I wore it too long. So, just to kill you, I had to risk everything, even if it means of losing my dignity, it doesn’t matter. Scumbag, why is it so hard to kill you?)” She gritted her teeth and went

"LOVE is the soil in which the loved ones grow. It enriches the other person without limiting or restricting him. Love elevates humanity. Love signifies light, the source of goodness, the spiritual and the divine." Iyon ang mga katagang tumatak sa isip ko nang mabasa ang buong libro na niregalo sa akin ni Daddy. Love signifies light. And if I compare it to the book that was present in the crime scene, what will signifies dark? The source of evilness?

Nang dahil sa isang one night stand lang ay naging panghabang buhay na na pagmamahalan. Love is everywhere Love is powerful " THE END "

Sino nga ba naman siya para pagsabihan ito? “I-I’m sorry,” she uttered. “Love is just a delusion. It’s pure madness, and unfulfilled promises. You’re giving your heart to someone and for what? Only for them to break it into pieces.” But wasn’t love really like that? It’s not just all about butterflies. Love isn’t always perfect. Hindi ito gaya ng fairytale na nakasanayan natin na they always lived happily ever after. When you love someone, you should also be ready to get hurt, to cry, and to sacrifice all.

Hindi niya namamalayang kulang na pala sila sa communication. Love is complicated. Parang chemicals lang 'yan sa chemistry. Kailangan sakto at tamang measurement ng chemicals ang nilalagay para ma achieve mo ang goal mong makabuo ng substance. Pag nagkulang, palpak at pag sumobra mas lalo namang palpak. In love, too much is toxic while lacking is dull. Kaya complicated ito dahil mahirap i-balance. But just like chemistry, if you learn from your mistakes you'll eventually learn how to produce the substance that you really aim.

saad ko sabay haplos sa kamay nito. “Bakit ang sakit ng tinatawag nilang pag-ibig? Bakit kailangan pang masaktan? Hindi ba pwede ang purong pagmamahalan na lang? Bakit kailangan pang may magsakripisyo at mang-iwan? Kung pwede namang wala na lang ring hiwalayan? Daddy! P-Please, do wake up! Hindi ko na po kaya daddy! Miss na miss na kita, miss na miss ko na rin ang taong nasaktan ko ng sobra.” saad ko at tuloy-tuloy nang umagos ang mga luha ko sa aking mga mata.