Love Is Not A Number Novels & Stories

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.

"If you want it, you can have it right now!" He crawled forward, trying to hug my legs, but I coldly stepped away. "I want you to disappear from my life." I pried his fingers from my arm, one by one. "Bruno, your love is a debt I can't afford. And I don't want it anymore."

I said. "I thought love was something you won," he said, with the particular, precise quality he brought to the distinction. "Through being exceptional. Through being useful. Through being better than the alternative." He paused. "It took me years to understand that love that works like that isn't love. It's a contract. And contracts don't keep you warm in October when the garden has gone dormant and there's nothing to demonstrate and nothing to win."

Denied all the freedom because of business and profits, how I wish that love is more powerful than elitism. Love is not a walk-in-the-park kind of activity despite it being unconditional. It does not happen for you buddy unless you are prepared to sacrifice. Assume the fruits of love were so easy to harvest, we would all be partying from Monday to Monday by now and stop numbing our pain with food, drugs, and alcohol.

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.’

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

even if he wants to kill she was ready for that too but she will not compromise to live with him. But her destiny was not what she thought.... she stared blankly at the bodyguards in front of her who blocked her path. Daniel walked forward and handed over his phone: "madam, a call from Sir .." ... ... Love can't be described. It has no shape, it has no form. Love is not an object. Love does not conform. Love enters our lives The moment we are born. From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

He made up his mind about it and no one was going to change it. "Well, let's hope you get the girl, after all," Andrew said to him with a sad look in his eye. He always knew that they were going to have to go their separate ways, and he knew just how much Shane loved Maddie. Although, he told Shane countless times that Maddie wasn't interested, Shane was determined to prove him wrong. Andrew felt it was true what people usually say about how you cannot reason with someone who was in love.

he uttered which I completely agree with. Love is, by its very nature, unfettered. It cannot be purchased, traded, or bargained in any way. You cannot force someone to love you, nor can you keep them from falling in love with you – not for any amount of money. Love cannot be caged, nor can it be regulated through statutory means. Love is not a material, it is not a property, and it is not even a viable source of energy to be sold. Love has no boundaries, no frontiers, no quantitative mass or energy production, and hence has no territory or borders. “Can you buy happiness?” I asked and I saw how his forehead creased.