Love Is Never Silent Novels & Stories

It was two people who had seen the worst parts of life, who had bled in silence, and still—despite it all—chose to stay. Choose to hold on. To keep holding on. And in that quiet moment, I finally understood something I hadn’t before. Love isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it comes in slowly and quietly, and something through half-open doors. Sometimes, it lives in the small things: a cold cup of coffee held with trembling hands, or the way two people sit across from each other without needing to fill the space with anything but presence. Sometimes, love looks like early mornings, when the world hasn’t quite woken up, and your guard slips before you realize it—when your voice cracks, and you let

Then I went back to my room and sat on my childhood bed and pressed my hands over my face and breathed through the feeling that was expanding in my chest – too big for my ribs, too complicated for my vocabulary, too real for a girl who’d trained herself to expect less. I opened my laptop at 2 AM. The cursor blinked in the dark. I wrote. About a boy who calls a woman he barely knows twice a day to ask about a girl he can’t reach. Who never mentions it. Who carries his love like a secret he’s keeping from the person it belongs to – not because he’s ashamed of it but because he doesn’t know how to hand it over without dropping it. About the difference between someone who loves you loudly so the

From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. Love is in your heart, Love is in your mind. Love doesn't discriminate, Love is always blind. ....

The only sound was the faint rustling of the wind brushing against the window curtain. Then, gently, ma Lilian reached for my shoulder. Her hand was warm, steady. Sophia, she said quietly, did Dino ever say he doesn’t love you??? I blinked. Her question struck something deep within me. No, I admitted. He hasn’t. Exactly, she said, a soft smile curling her lips. And has he ever said he does love you??? I shook my head. Then you cannot judge his silence as hatred, she said. You never can tell, my dear. Sometimes love hides in the quiet, unsure of how to come out.

"Your finger." He took a step to the side. "Stretch your arms apart." He asked her and she obeyed immediately. The wind gently blew her hair off her face, she felt it between her fingers. "What is that?" He whispered now close to her ear, so that a pleasant shiver ran over her entire body. "The wind." "Do you see the wind?" She shook her head and looked at him. "You don't see the wind, but you can feel it, it's there." She nodded and he continued. "And so I feel that Jesus is always with me."

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

She spat, "That has nothing to do with you. At least I'm a willing party even if he lies to me." She quietly looked at him as the soft light radiated on his exquisite face, bringing out the depth of his eyes. She showed no signs of backing down or raising her voice in a heated argument; she spoke calmly, "I love him, so I don't care about everything else. You're right—love makes people blind. I don't need you to show me who he really is. Even if he's useless, weak, or doesn't care about me, I still love him all the same."

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

When humans fall in love, it takes weeks, if not months, and even then, that love isn’t certain. Tempted, I reached out to gently cup his face with my hand. His skin was warm under my touch, and an electric current seemed to flow between us. Suddenly, he leaned into my hand, startling me and causing me to pull back. “ Don’t stop, little one,” his deep voice said as he opened his eyes, the amber flecks glowing with something unreadable. “ Don’t stop what?” I acted like I didn’t know what he was talking about, my heart pounding in my chest.

“To marry you, Serena, again and again and again.” I could hardly see through the blur of tears as I lifted the paper I’d written my vows on. I hadn’t dared to memorize them because I knew that if I did, I’d fall apart. But with Adrian looking at me, with love in his eyes, the words came naturally, as though they had been waiting to be spoken for years. “I used to think some people were just meant to love in silence,” I began, my voice soft but steady. “That some hearts were made to break quietly. I made my mind up that I’d never have a love that stayed.”