Novel & Cerita Love Is Just A Chemical Reaction

, said teacher. "Yeah teacher thank you. l will say", said William. "Do you mean sci-fic of recent movies ?", asked teacher with curious by interfering him. William started to say, "No, am thinking about another chemistry. Chemistry in the context of relationship. Sir, Chemistry is a simple "emotion" that two people get when they share a special connection through the bond love. You know there is a chemistry between two people who where in love if they stare into each other's eyes when talking and interacting with each other.

He wanted to know what love meant to her. She thought for a moment and then answered seriously, "I think love is the attraction between two people, like a rush of hormones. It's about appreciating each other and feeling that spark." Shaun's thin lips curled slightly, and his voice dropped low and smooth. "Actually, love is just oxytocin and dopamine. When people connect, hormones kick in, making us experience what we call love—but it's really just an illusion." Halsey blinked. She had heard a lot of takes on love before, but this was the first time she heard it described as oxytocin and dopamine.

He simply turned back, as though he hadn't seen her at all. After a brief hesitation, Noelle walked up to him. There were plenty of spots on the deck, yet she chose to stand right beside him. Then, she asked, "Do you think Hendrix is happy now?" The unexpected question caught Erwin off guard. He paused, then scoffed. "That kind of happiness is cheap. Love is just dopamine released by the body. Do you really think you two can last forever? How naive of you! "In time, when you no longer experience that chemical rush, you'll see how insignificant the other person really is. Maybe you'll even end up tearing each other apart. And then, you'll see how foolish it was to call this true love."

Then, t‌he mask returned. "Love,⁠" he scoffed. "L​o⁠ve is a chemical reacti‍o⁠n. Oxy​tocin and dopamine. It’s a surv⁠iv​al m⁠ech​ani‍sm i‍nduced by high-​stress situations. St⁠ock​hol​m Syndrome, if yo⁠u w‍ill." "Stockholm Syndrome?" Tears‍ pri‌cke​d my ey‌es. "⁠You t⁠hin⁠k I'm a hostage?"

Next, to her stood Benson holding her hand in the real world. "You think love is a shield?" Arthur laughed. He raised the knife. "Love is a chemical reaction. I can turn it off with one line of code." He slashed the air. The image of Benson vanished. The image of her mother flickered. "Now " Arthur said. His face twisted into a mask of light. "Give me the Core." June did not run. She walked up to him. She grabbed the blade of the knife with her bare hand. "You are right Father " June said. "Love is a chemical.. So is poison."

Anonna's eyes widened, her excitement palpable. Layana's hand came up next. "Liquid copper is the main ingredient for a venussium, isn't it?" Elma nodded. Layana continued, "but one day, when I and my caste witches were snooping around we came across an ancient potions book. The instructions for the love potion said to melt in four millimeters of copper, which we did. And by then we thought it a good idea to give the potion to a man Faina fancied but I'm afraid it turned out all wrong, he became too obsessed." Layana ended.

"I agree. But that doesn't mean it is fake, it is just rare." I roll my eyes. "It doesn't exist, period. Look at the divorce rates." "So, what is that mysterious feeling that people rave about?" He asks with his eyes twinkling, obviously enjoying himself. "Attraction. Lust. Hormones," I list out off my fingers, "I admit to feeling them sometimes. It is a surefire way to make sure our species doesn't die off. Humans are incapable of love." "So," James drawls, "if love isn't real, what should people say instead of 'I love you'?"

He read the caption "YOU DON'T CHOOSE YOUR FAMILY . THEY ARE GODS GIFT TO YOU, AS YOU ARE TO THEM " "come home son , i love you Happy birthday to you my dear " His hand clinch at the side of portrait stood up and bang the portrait in his wall , the pieces of the portrait shattered on floor . "LOVE !! LOVE BULLSHIT WITH YOUR LOVE !!" He shouted before going in for a relax warm shower. He came out from the shower wrapping a towel on his waist ,shaking his head to dry of his hair , showing off his super muscular body with six pack abs. .

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’