Love Is An Illusion Telegram Novels & Stories

He laughed at this. Her forehead had creases as she tried understanding what was funny in this. "I like doing things which are not good for me" "Why? Don't you love yourself?" He sobered listening to her words. Mischief vanished in thin air as reality settled in. "You learn not to when no one loves you back. Love is just an illusion...a bloody mirage which looks real from distance. But when you go closer you realise it was just your fuck** up mind and nothing else"

Love was as real as everything else. It's just you have to wait for the right moment. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The end.

Well those are absolute lies. Everyone of us is fit to be loved... No matter our stories, our past or our present... Love is never impossible for anyone, we just have to look closely to find it... Who knows, it might just be an apartment away from you... My name is Bliss Carnap and this is where I drop my pen! . THE END

I thought of it as a resonator. Love was not a static shield. It was a frequency. A song. I looked past the monstrous echo, straight into the eyes of the real Lillian behind me. I poured every memory, every scrap of shared joy and secret sister-language into my gaze. I remembered baking cookies that turned to charcoal, hiding under the covers during thunderstorms, the way she’d squeeze my hand three times to say I love you without words. I didn’t send it as a weapon. I sent it as a lifeline. A pure, undiluted signal of us.

Isla walked over and placed her hand on the glass. She spoke suddenly. Words had been scratched into the glass with some kind of sharp tool. Scratched, not written. > "If anyone ever reads this, know that love isn't the solution. It is the tool. Use it." Signature was just: L. M. Nothing else. Isla let out a breath, her eyes stinging with tears. "She never gave up," she breathed. "No," Ethan replied softly. "She gave you everything she couldn't keep to herself." —

I stood up running to grab his collar and he held my hands mid-way. “He said to put a leash on you, shall I do that?” He ironically chuckled hiding his rage, “don’t expect explanations from me, do not expect anything from me at all.” He jerked my hands away, “if one needed love to live, I would’ve died already.” He moved back, “I’ll say it once so listen carefully, there is no such thing called love, the illusion of hope that wants you to keep looking for a better world makes you blind when all that exists is loneliness.”

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

"Even his own parents don’t know and have to ask a neighbor. You two really did a great job as parents. Forget it. For Silas’s sake, I won’t bother arguing with you." I stared in disbelief at the clothes, toys, and gifts piled around me. With all of them beside me, I didn’t look quite so ugly anymore. "Will you forgive them?" Snowy asked, licking its paw. "You spent your entire life drawing lots. Wasn’t it all just to get their love? These things represent love. You’ve gotten it now." Alas, I was already dead. What was the point of getting it now? "I want to go find Grandma," I said.

This was supposed to make you fall for me but I can see that I have failed with that but still I want to you to know. You are it for me, none other will do I love you. Micah. A love letter: From the person who love you to the ends of the world and back. Micah.

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