Love Is A Second Hand Emotion Novels & Stories

It is an important document to be emailed to investors, investors he needed to support his international cause. However, my mind was diverted to what my ex therapist, Dr Guaven said. He said “It’s not your fault that you feel the urge to date and dump when you like. It’s a normal phase to go through after the loss of a loved ones, Don’t be hard on yourself. Try to accept the love they give you” Till now I haven’t met the right one yet. I take a look at the proposal again and sent it to Claudia after giving up on trying to read it.

He choked. "Then why do you feel odd when I show my love towards you? Why can't you believe that I love you too in the same way? All this question of who deserves what... it doesn't make any sense. When we love someone, we love them with all their flaws and all their virtues. Please don't say such things again." Damini looked away from him and sucked on her lower lip, trying to control her tears.

That was a luxury I gave no one - Ryan was the only exception, and only because he earned it. I made the mistake once. Offered my heart and soul on a platter for them to devour - god forbid it happens again. Why would I knowingly put myself through such agony again? Love is the most destructive emotion ever born into existence. It consumes you, controls you and the same intensity it makes you feel joy, is the same intensity it will shatter you into a thousand pieces and then burn the remains till it’s ashes. So that you never be the same again; making sure a piece of you will always belong with that person, forever.

"I wish he was here with me. I need him" Dorothy crouches down next to me on the grass and takes my hand in hers. "Love is a very powerful thing. One shall endure a great love in their lifetime; some may even have two greatest loves. I had my first love and then my second love. He doesn't hide my boys from me, and he doesn't make me feel sad when I need a moment to express my emotions; he embraces them with me. He embraces the emotions to two men who he didn't even meet and if he did, he's kept a very good, bloody secret all these years"

I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship. My mom loved my father so much and I watched everyday as it wrecked her. He was so undeserving of her love. I turned my head to look at Bowie again, and somehow, I don’t think that fear mattered here, because she deserves more than I’m giving to her. I wanted nothing more than to tell her how I truly felt but the words just wouldn't come. So instead, I whispered the only thing I could. "I'm right here." She stirred slightly, burrowing deeper into my chest, and a soft murmur escaped her lips.

His perspective, free from the emotional entanglement she had once experienced, offered a valuable mirror, reflecting her own evolving understanding. Sarah, in her effervescent way, also contributed to this burgeoning understanding of love. While she often focused on the immediate joy and excitement of life, her unwavering loyalty and genuine affection served as a powerful example of love in action. Her ability to love fiercely and unconditionally, without expectation or judgment, was a testament to a spirit that understood connection at its core. She embodied the joy of shared experiences, the comfort of a reliable presence, and the power of laughter to heal and strengthen bonds.

I am about to rush in to see what is wrong when Lanie yells. "You dirty girl! You did the deed, didn't you?" Lucy turns a shade of red I've never seen before. "I love him. I was falling in love with him before the bond fell into place. I was keeping him away from my heart after what happened to me in high school, but I was wrong. He is such a good man, and I can't imagine being away from him. He really is the other half of my soul." I watched as she admitted her feelings, and I was so ecstatic, but I couldn't help but focus on what she said. What happened to her in high school.

"That's happiness, not love. They are two different things. You can experience happiness without love." "But you just said that love is merely an emotion. Happiness is also an emotion," I countered. He responded swiftly. "Happiness is something that can last a lifetime... but can love even endure for a second? A day? A month? Perhaps it may seem that way, but in a year or two, I assure you, you won't even care about that person anymore."

Now, in the quiet solitude of her thoughts, doubts crept in. " Love is a strong word, " she reasoned, her mind unraveling the intricacies of the emotions that swirled within her. The concept of love, with its myriad dimensions and depths, seemed to elude definition. Did she truly love Bryan, or was it the intoxicating thrill of a newfound connection? Ava acknowledged the warmth and affection she felt for Bryan, the desire to be close to him, the joy he brought into her life. Yet, the question of whether it amounted to love lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty she had once felt.

“We’re perfect.” Emily’s hands clapped with the rest of the team, but her fingers trembled ever so slightly. She kept her posture composed, her lips curled politely, but inside, something clenched. The image on the screen was stunning, full of love, unforgettable. Too unforgettable. It gnawed at her, slow and quiet like a splinter lodged beneath the skin. She felt it not just as envy, but something stronger: feeling left out, longing, and the pain of watching the man she loved with another woman, his first love, his fiancée.