Love Is An Illusion Novels & Stories

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.

If I'm going to give a title to our story, I think alam ko na kung ano. I'm going to name it The Lust Love.

LUCY PEARL POINT OF VIEW. "True love is a profound connection that transcends time and space, where two souls come together in perfect harmony. It is selfless, unconditional, and unwavering, capable of weathering any storm. In its purest form, true love brings joy, comfort, and a deep sense of belonging that enriches every aspect of life."

"Once you fall in love dont forget the reason why you love that person, because everything comes with a reason." I actually don't really know the reason, In just a blink of my eye.. I love you. "If I really love that person I think there's no reason to it, love is so powerful that even the smartest scientist doesn't know the real meaning of it." Panandaliang katahimikan ang bumalot sa amin. "Sige, Goodnight na, matutulog na ako." Napa lunok ako. "T-teka!" Ayan! Takte ka talaga self sabing 'wag kang mauutal sakanya e. "Ano, ahm.."

“You’re lying. Nagsisinungaling ka… we love each other and he won’t leave me for that pathetic reason.” Tumuwid ito ng upo sa sofa at dumekwatro. “Hindi ako nagsisinungaling. I’m just telling the truth here… naaawa lang siya sa’yo kasi ang pathetic mo. Do you really believe na mahal ka niya? Kailan pa naging pagmamahal ang awa? Are you delosional? Wake up, girl. Fantasy don’t exist in this cruel world.”

Hindi ko alam kung saan ako kumuha ng lakas ng loob na sabihin ang mga 'yon. Kahit na alam kong dapat lang naman na maging sweet ako sa kanya kasi girlfriend niya ako, minsan humaharang sa aking isipan ang katotohanang peke lang naman ako talaga. Para akong sinasamapal ng reyalidad na masyadong makapal ang mukha kong gawin ang lahat ng ito, gayong isa akong manloloko. I think about reality too much. My illusions are reserved to my stories only, it has no place in my reality. "Mas maganda ang ngiti mo, honey. Mas minahal kita dahil diyan."

sagot ko. "Because of your ex husband?" Napaisip ako sa kanyang itinuran, siya nga ba ang dahilan? "No, I don't love him anymore. Afterall," pakli kong sambit. Sabay harap sa may bintana ng aking maliit na apartment. Napakunot noo ako nang makita si Mr. Khou. "Oh my goodness!" Nakatakip kong turan sa aking bibig nang masilayan ang mukha ni Mr. Khou.

LOVE is affiliated with pain. Kapag kasi nagmahal ka asahan mong masasaktan ka. Hindi mo maiiwasan ang sakit na iyon kapag totoong nagmamahal ka. Nasasaktan ka kasi sobrang minahal mo ang taong iyon. Love isn't always perfect. It isn't a fairytale or storybook. And it doesn't always come easy. Love overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without.

Mas masakit pa ito sa iniwan kami ni mommy. Kahit noong araw na iniwan kami ni mommy ay hindi ako nagtanim ng sama ng loob sa kanya. Hindi ako nagalit. Kasi sa murang edad ay naiintindihan kong hindi lahat ng marraige ay nag w-work. That love really doesn't exist. It's just an illusion.

There was something in his tone. “Love is supposed to be given, not taken,” dagdag niya, halos pabulong. “Kahit sa kama… hindi dapat pinipilit. Making love is more than just bodies touching. It’s a choice, a gift, and it should always be willing. Kapag lust lang, mabilis, mababaw, parang gutom na agad nawawala. Pero kapag love, mas malalim. It’s about trust… about making you feel safe, not used.”