Love Is A Second Hand Emotion Novels & Stories

Something that maybe she’s convincing herself into. “What the heck is wrong with you, Em?” I hissed, staring at her. I shook my head. “You know what they say, Emily? If it fails, it is not love in the first place. True love bends but it never breaks.” “Love? I can understand when you said you like this Killiad guy. But love? Are you saying you’re in love with this guy you just meet? You can like a guy in a short time Elle but love? That’s a long process, even after marriage you can’t uncover a man's bad side. You can’t trust a man to keep your fragile heart period.”

Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.” Nyla shook her head. “I have never felt any of these emotions, Eason. I wouldn’t know how to.” Eason stared, sizing her up. “I don’t believe that. Maybe you haven’t been able to name them, but I’m sure you’ve felt them before. You must have.” “You have more faith in me than I do.” “No, I think I have just enough faith, Nyla.” His eyes bore into her, and she squirmed. “Let’s start with the easiest emotion. It’s unlike any of the others and easier to describe, so it’ll be easiest for you to identify.”

He pulled his hand back and looked at the stars. “People say, true love happens only once. But I believe it can happen many times until you find your soulmate. Only then you will realize what you assumed as love was just infatuation, not love.” “There is a huge difference between love and like. And people often make a mistake when they consider liking someone as love. Love is an unconditional emotion, while like is a more watered-down version of love. Loving someone means that he or she means everything to you while liking someone means that you are simply happy being with that person.”

sighs in relief. “You frightened me, Granny. Please never talk about death. I just hate that word,” she says with a sulking tone. After a while, she lies on the bed and puts her head on her lap. “It’s been almost a year since I’ve put my head on your lap. This place is so peaceful; it feels like I could spend my whole life in this lap,” she says. Judy closes her eyes to feel her warmth and her soft hands grazing her head. She missed this soft touch so much; those beautiful hands are like magic, repairing all the cracks in her heart. Holding her hands gently, she brings them near her mouth, placing soft kisses on them, and hearing the sound of her sweetest smile. “Granny, can I ask you somet

And how to resolve this mess I created now? Shawn's love, once the most sublime sensation in the world for her, has morphed into a disconcerting self-loathing within. Love, an emotion meant to transcend and uplift, has twisted into a stifling force in her existence. Instead of being an altruistic force that enriches the lives of those involved, her love has evolved into a selfish entity, casting a gloom of disappointment and melancholy on the people in her orbit.

Their perspectives shed new light on the events that had unfolded, forcing me to question my preconceived notions and reevaluate my own role in this intricate tapestry of emotions. Love, it seemed, was not always pure and straightforward. It could be twisted, manipulated, and corrupted. It could blind us to the truth and lead us astray. But it also had the power to heal, to mend the broken pieces of our souls if we let it. And so, amidst the pain and confusion, I clung to the fragments of love that remained, seeking solace and redemption in their embrace.

Fear. Real fear. Adrian reached slowly for her hand. “Then remind me.” Her brows tightened slightly. “What?” “Remind me what matters.” His thumb brushed softly across her knuckles. “I spent years thinking love could survive on assumption and loyalty alone.” Emotion flickered sharply behind Elena’s eyes. “But now?” Adrian’s gaze held hers completely. “I understand that people feel loved through repeated choices.” God. The honesty nearly shattered her. Because that was exactly what this moment was.

"Like in the movies?" Emma looked out at the garden. She looked at the bronze statue near the rose bushes—the man and the woman sitting on a bench, looking at the horizon. "More," Emma said. "Movies end when the credits roll. They loved each other through the boring parts. Through the sick parts. Through the parts where they wanted to give up but didn't." She leaned forward. "That's the secret," Emma whispered to the children. "Love isn't a feeling. It's a choice. You choose it every morning when you wake up. You choose it when you're tired. You choose it when you're scared."

How did life become like this? It was all fun and roses and just like the flip of a switch, everything changed. She even put her younger brother in danger just for money. That was why the Bible says, for the love of money is the root of all evil. If she was content with what she had, she wouldn't have done all she did. She wouldn't have been here and Todd wouldn't have been on the run. Her mother would have been alive and kicking. A poem by Tinker Bell "If I could turn back the hands of time." Eleanor recited. It was a poem she learnt long ago in school and could still remember it.

I was once knew a man, who felt the same way. He loved and he cared and he did so much more. But the last time I saw him he walked out the door. I guess to love is to try and to care is to understand. Now I know the reason why he never held my hand. To him, To love is a second and to care is a minute. I’m glad I know why we weren’t a perfect fit. ....