Love Is An Illusion Telegram Novels & Stories

"I need to think." "About what?" Isla frowns. "About what comes next," I say finally starting the car. My phone buzzes. A text from Liam: "Please let me explain properly. I love you. That's real." I deleted it without responding. Because love doesn't manipulate. Love doesn't steal someone's choices and call it fate. And whatever Liam felt for me? It was never love.

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But he had hope, a hope that he could overcome all of her insecurities. Moving in closer to her, close enough for him to reached out his hands to held onto hers, he said. “Perhaps all love was nothing but illusions. But how can you be so certain that illusions were never real? Only when you’re willing to take a step closer. You can finally see, just how real my love is for you.” “But what if one day you’ll wake-up and realised that all of your feelings aren’t real?” She asked him. But Yang Tian-Xu was assure of his feelings for her. “Even if I get hit by a bus and have amnesia. I would still be in love with you.”

I found myself in a glass corridor, and everything was floating around: screens with my face in various angles, at various ages, at various stages of the program. Then Zero came up beside me. She did not make any contact with me. She simply stood in silence. “Do you think that love will make you human,” she said. “I made no reply.” “Love is another code. An illusion that comes in handy. They sold it to you in order to break when they required you to.” I gazed at her. “Did that happen to you?” She did not talk. But a tear came down her face and it became light. And in the furthest Council vault the old servers began to fry, spontaneously, violently.

In every picture of the two of them, the love appeared genuine, and there was no sign of the lie which Mikee tirelessly insisted he was living with her. "There are times in life when you have to do things, not for yourself, but for the people around you. Loving Sandra is easy, even easier when I imagine it's you that I'm looking at and not her." "Me? Ha. Like I believe that." I could fall for his words, not when this was goodbye, and not when I was leaving without having told him the secret I was supposed to have told him. "Believe what you like, Aria, but I love you." And it's surprising just how much damage those words can do to a person.

It happened every time she was over emotional and sometimes had to calm herself down to be able to talk. “Have you told him?” “Told him that I d…don’t love him?” queried Rhea puzzled. “Yes dumbo!” “Errm no I never even had the chance. But wouldn’t you think it obvious by the way I’m acting? I mean if I loved him back, aren’t I supposed to appear more willing than I am actually?” she asked clearly surprised that her friend would ask her such irrelevant questions. “Oh, I don’t know. Love is not always rational,” said Zoey enigmatically and when Rhea looked at her friend with a frown, she continued. “Who knows? Maybe he loves you so much that he is still hoping that you might change your mind.”

“Love doesn’t exist in this world. Money and power do. That’s all that matters.” Ellaya recoiled, the words striking her like physical blows. But she refused to let them sink in. Her voice rose, trembling but unwavering. “No, Mama,” she said, shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. Her heart thundered against her ribcage as she spoke, her words laced with conviction. “Love is real. It’s stronger than money, stronger than power. It’s everything.”

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

All of me, the messy parts and the beautiful, and loved me for it all. This love story wasn't about erasing the past; it was a testament to the transformative power of finding the right person. Brian arrived seemingly out of nowhere, a beacon of light in the unexpected corners of life. And next to him, under the vast expanse of the universe, the shadows of past relationships faded into insignificance. This, this was real. This was love.

“You’re only saying this because you didn’t lose your lover as well. I’m sure people who did, wanna connect again” “No. I am only standing by what’s right. Kikachat for example, it has been existing for a long time, way back before Love station and it still does yet we’ve never had a bad case unlike Love station, it came boom! and vanished into the thin air so soon, boom! Love station is trash!” She gesticulated dramatically and I boiled in anger. “Look here Madison, I am the founder and owner of Love Station!” I told her, pronouncing the words one by one.