Love Is Just A Chemical Reaction Mga Nobela at Kwento

The blood didn't look red in the dim light; it looked like liquid mercury. "Look at it," Dante whispered, his obsession flaring into a clinical fascination. "This is what they want. It’s not about the money, Ivy. It’s about the biology of obsession. They’ve found a way to synthesize the chemical of total devotion." Ivy looked at the vial, then at the man she had become co-dependent with. The horror of the realization settled over her like a shroud. "If our love is just a chemical they can harvest," she said, her voice trembling, "then is anything we feel real? Or are we just the factory for their product?"

A few people looked at each other checking if anyone else had heard what they heard. He continued like nothing had been said. "Love” he said, moving slowly across the front of the room "is a reaction. A series of chemical processes in the brain that create attachment and encourage reproduction." He stopped near the edge of the desk. "Dopamine creates pleasure, " he said, like he was reading a list. "Oxytocin builds bonding. Serotonin stabilizes states." His tone did not change. Did not fall, Steady, certain, flat. "These are measurable, " he said. "Predictable." He paused briefly. "Temporary."

It makes them weak. And I don’t do weak. “Love is just attachment,” I continued. “A chemical reaction people dress up to feel special about their bad decisions.”

“Well, think about it rationally. Have you ever heard of someone being salty and still able to be in love?” Heph wipes a few symbols from the board and writes something else. “No. It doesn’t happen. Love isn’t just a chemical, dear girl. It causes a physical reaction that is the opposite of salt. Salt may be a neutral compound, but it has a bitter taste. It destroys love. Chemistry isn’t my strong suit, but even I know that. You need something to strengthen your compound… like… I don’t know… gallium, I guess? Small particles of it. Ever heard the expression, ‘make him melt in your hands’?”

So, she spoke in her mind, “How to name his actions and intentions? Is this called love? How did the person in love could possess the ability to do anything for their love? Karen is a beast, a werewolf; rather than attacking, he wanted my safety.” Akshara’s mind flashed with the transformation of the werewolf from human and continued talking in her mind, “As far as I know from books, love is just arousal of hormones. How this chemical reaction does link the mind and the body of two different people? But I must seek apology from Karen that I can’t serve up to his expectations.” Nicoria bombed her anger ferociously and no one has the idea of neutralizing her anger. She left out the maniacal la

Fact: when you're in love, you get the same chemical reaction as those who're suffering from OCD. Anthony Clemente. I'm married to my prince charming. I was first taken back by the statement that I was not paying attention to what my business client was saying as I note the sarcasm in her voice as I sigh in relief. After that call, I went to take a shower like a hot nice shower as I entered the bathroom I see products which I identify as Sapphire's like they're so much, I get to the shower put some shampoo on my hair as I turned on the shower.

She paused, as if considering me, then dropped me. I collapsed, gasping, every breath burning in my chest. "You'd sacrifice yourself for him, huh? After everything I’ve done to help you?! Wow! How touching! How human! How weak!” she yelled at James. He stared at her, frozen with fear. "It's called love,” I rasped, coughing violently. “Love is just chemicals, manifesting through oxytocin and dopamine. Nothing special.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “I loved you once, did you know that? Before the research… before everything. I held you as a baby and thought you were perfect.”

It doesn’t have to be complicated. She stared at him. ‘You’re telling me that you’d make love to me on the forest floor today, and then withdraw my loan tomorrow?’ ‘Love?’ Just saying the word brought a bad taste to his mouth. ‘Not love. I didn’t say anything about love.’ Something flickered in her eyes. ‘Emotionless sex, then.’ ‘Sex … ‘He stepped closer to her and felt the chemistry spark again like a live thing. ‘It’s an appetite, like hunger or thirst. An urge to be satisfied.’

“Because I do.” He studies me. “You actually believe in that.” “Yes.” I narrow my eyes. “Don’t you?” He looks at me with something that feels almost fond… and almost sad. “True love doesn’t exist, baby,” he says lightly, like he’s discussing the weather. “That’s just something people tell themselves because reality sounds less appealing.” I stare at him. “That’s not true.” “It absolutely is.” “Tristan, that’s a horrible thing to believe.” “It’s a realistic thing to believe.” He tilts his head slightly. “Love is chemistry. Attachment. Timing. People romanticize it because admitting it’s mostly circumstance sounds depressing.”

Damon gives me an incredulous look, “I just told you she’s my true ma-“ “I’m talking about love, not the chemistry that comes from the true mate bond,” I interrupt him. “With Sarah, the chemistry was there but the love came later. We went through a lot together and I fell in love with her. But the chemistry of the bond and the love are two different things-“