Love Is An Illusion Telegram Novels & Stories

“I know you better than you know yourself.” I exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the weight of his certainty. “Love is an illusion,” I whispered, my voice carrying the bitterness of a truth too raw to admit fully. “It makes us worship those who don’t deserve our blind faith. You shouldn’t do it.” “Then tell me what should I do, love?” I clenched my fists, the storm inside me breaking loose. “HATE ME! YOU SHOULD HATE ME! You should despise the mere sight of me!”

I'm certain I closed it, how did it open? "Oh!" Lia squeals after the credits roll. "Don't you just love romance? Wasn't the ending beautiful, mother?" "It was," she agrees, standing up. "Love is beautiful. It's something worth fighting for." I look at her. "Is it really, mother? I think love is an illusion. People don't truly love each other. They love the idea of love." Lia swats my arm. "Stop it. Mother and father were truly in love before he died, isn't that true?"

“What the hell, Issac? You are more than an hour late.” “I know….I know, I’m sorry.” Maeve made to leave but he gently grabbed her by her shoulder, stopping her. “I know you are mad and I am so sorry about that. I got caught up at work. I really thought I would be able to make it on time.” “So, why didn’t you tell me?” Maeve demanded. “You did not reply any of the messages I sent you. Why?” “My phone died, look.” He brought his phone out of his pocket and waved it in her face. “It died, I’m really sorry. I promise to make it up to you.”

Love. Love. Love.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

"Take everything." Love is real. Future together. No more secrets. Nights wild

Indignation overtook Meg as she struggled to remain calm. "I never gave you hope," she continued, her voice laden with regret. "I never invited you into my room. I woke up and you were there, as if you had a right over my body and my life. That's not love, William, that's possession, that's a power game you're playing." William looked at her for a moment, his eyes full of disdain. "Love is a luxury that few can have. And an orphan like you, with no family or last name, would never find a better match. You'd better be grateful for this opportunity and stop playing hard to get."

I've learned, from their own mouths, that many of the rumors that circulate around the school about their relationship are created by themselves only to create controversy and grow their popularity; which is absurd, in my opinion. Telling everyone that they've even slept in their parents' bed is overstepping the line. I don't think they did, although they say they did so as not to deny themselves to others. Although it's well known that Lindsay is not a born saint, much less the Virgin Mary of this century, I don't think she's slept with Alex yet. They only have, like, four or five months of boyfriends, and besides, she's barely going to be sixteen. And yes, I know they say it's the age when

Love? * * TBC

he admitted. “Was it real in my dreams?” I asked. “Very,” he replied. “How could that be?” I mused. “Our physical world is nothing more than a lucid dream for the soul. We have the ability to shift the composition of that dream. That’s why you and I are able to communicate telepathically,” he said. “I literally felt you making love to me in my dreams,” I said with wonder. “You are a delicious young thing,” he said, huskily, as he inched ever closer.