Love Of A Lifetime の小説・ストーリー

"There is a cycle of Karma and retribution. Whatever you sowed in the past. You'll get the same in the future" INSANE ... "True love was one thing. Living one's life was another matter. How deep would a love have to be to last for? An entire lifetime? At the most, the sweetness of love would last for a few years. The remaining years would deepen the couple's ability to get along with each other" INSANE's words fell into Arika's ears as she continued to throw up.

She couldn't believe that Felix had put so much effort into making the night special for her. As they sat down to dinner, Felix looked at Iris with love in his eyes. "Iris, I know that the past few months have been difficult for us," he said. "But I want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world. You are the light of my life, and I will always be here for you, no matter what." Tears welled up in Iris's eyes as she listened to Felix's words.

She said to Jay, "Jaybie, 1L0v3y0u43v3r." Jay pondered for a while, then replied, "1L0v3y0u43v3r!" Angeline pouted, looking somewhat displeased. "Why are you copying me?" Jay stroked her head gently. "They’re not the same. Mine is longer than yours." Angeline cried out, "That’s I love you forever. Is there anything that lasts longer than that?" Jay said, "There is. I will love you again and again in every lifetime."

As you are always in my heart, reigning in my heart, filled with sorrow. Like one day of that year, when I was seventeen, when the last sunset of the day faded and merged with the horizon, on the school's rooftop, where my young girl's heart was full of love and enthusiasm. Precisely engraved with the name of To Duong. I want to be with him, want to appear in his growing up process, only regret all the memories of the love story between him and me forever stopping in that year. Those thoughts made me sit blankly in front of the desk for a long time, countless images kept appearing in my head, but all of them were not in order, as if a movie was interrupted, just relying on the scenes shot. M

Donald comforted her. Phoebe held her chin, but ,she suddenly felt sorrowful for some reason. "What are you thinking about!" Donald looked at her with concern. Phoebe muttered to herself, "I’m thinking that if love has a time limit, and if we will not love someone after the deadline?" Donald was startled, he said in a low voice: "That depends on the person, for someone's love, there’s no limit." For example, there was no insurance period of his love. If he fell in love with someone, he would be sure to spend the rest of his life with her.

Jacob beamed in the photo, his eyes sparkling, the necklace around his neck, his arm around someone - but that someone was missing. "Jacob, what's going on?" I whispered, intrigued. Flipping the photo over, I found an inscription that made my eyes widen: "The One I love." I read it aloud, feeling a shiver. "Jacob had no lover," I said, puzzled. This eerie discovery left me wondering. "Who could this person be?" I wondered aloud. "Was Jacob in a relationship? I had no idea."

“Darling… are you still angry?” I looked down at him. That face was still as striking and cold as ever. He carried the natural authority of a man born to power, the kind of presence that made everyone in Napels afraid of him; everyone except me, because there was a time when he loved me like I was the center of his world. On my eighteenth birthday, I said I loved watching fireworks by the sea. The very next night, he shut down an entire private coastline just to set off a two-hour-long firework display for me alone.

“And we have so much to do before then. College, careers, finding that perfect piece of land for our little house. But I want you to know, with absolute certainty, that I’m not going anywhere. You are it for me. You’re the ‘forever’ I’ve been looking for.” The word, “forever,” resonated deep within me, a bell tolling with joyous certainty. He wasn't just saying he loved me; he was saying he saw a lifetime with me. He was promising me a future, a shared destiny, painted with the colors of our shared dreams.

She rambled nonsense the entire way, drawing frequent sideways glances from passing gods. “Love is like a man’s… thing. After every release, there’s always a refractory period—you just can’t get it up no matter what. But how long that period lasts depends on the person. For some it’s a day, for others a year, and for some, a lifetime. Whether you’re a real man or completely useless—it’s up to you, haha.”

He chuckles a bit before he continues again, "Who would have thought that I'll marry you that day? My first love, the only girl I've liked since I was five until now, remains you alone and the only one, Athena. It was you who was able to make me vulnerable and willing to do anything just for you. I don't care if you change. I still love you and will only love you." "You know what? If our love is a storybook, we would meet on the very first page. I guess the last chapter will be about how I'm thankful for the life we've made, Athena. And if we had babies, they would look like you. I want them to look like you, it'd be so beautiful if that came true. Athena, you don't even know how very speci