Love Past Novels & Stories

before hastily entering. Inside, the cafe is filled with the air of love, accompanied by a playlist of tender songs that seem to torture me further. The ambiance is cozy, with white cups and black coffee, and the gentle hum of friendly chatter enveloping the space. My eyes are drawn to a corner of the room, where a young college couple shares a tender kiss. I try to muster a smile, but deep down, an emptiness persists in my heart. I despise Valentine’s Day. It serves as a painful reminder of the love I lost. The love I foolishly let slip away due to my immaturity. Even after five years, I can’t forget her; the woman with sapphire eyes and a refreshing spirit. She left me with a simple goodby

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"Love?"He repeated."Is something that will never cross my path.I'm too damaged for it.Broken." She came over to where he was standing at the window and cupped his cheek. "Don't say that.Everybody deserves to be loved no matter how broken they are.The past isn't our fault.Love heals all.Give it time." "Does it really.Is there something as love.Paola claimed she loved me but look what she did.We were together since forever,I actually believed it was love but I was fooling myself."

She held his hand to her neck. Moments after, they both landed in the promised land with happy moans from either side, as he shivered while Theola prayed it was an everlasting moment. They both crashed into bed to rest. Rolf held her from behind and kissed her cheek, "I love you". "I love you too", she replied. They both slept soundly till it was daybreak. In the morning, Rolf stood up, stretched his body, and walked to the window side to have a look at the beautiful horizon in their secret place. Theola observed Rolf's perfect body. He could not have enough of him.

I shouldn't have thought there would be a man who would accept me for who I am, especially not Usher. Still, there was a part of The Past Vione that kept trying to convince her that The Past Usher truly loved her. It seemed impossible, completely irrational if it were otherwise. There couldn't be a puppy love that lasted so long. There couldn't be the care and protection she received if The Past Usher didn't truly love her. *

The wounds of the past slowly began to heal, replaced by a tender flame of renewed affection. In that fragile moment, as they danced delicately between forgiveness and rediscovery, Lisa dared to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, their love could transcend the pain of the past. And together, they embarked on a journey to nurture their connection, guided by the promises they had made and the unspoken understanding that their bond was worth fighting for.

She blinked cutely turning off the gas “Uhm, I use to like Liam, but that was past” “In the past?” “Hmmm” “What about now?” I looked at the kitchen entrance and I could tell Liam was by the corner listening “Now, uhm, I think I've fallen out of love with Liam, you know when you like someone for so long and the feeling is not returned it gets tiring, so I've found someone new” “Someone new?” “Hmm, and besides Liam has a girlfriend her name is Beauty, they love each other so much so I don't see a future with Liam”

Ang malaman ang mga kaganapan sa kanyang buhay matapos nilang umalis sa probinsiya. Maybe if I am Monette or at least I was the one who's Vaughn's in love with, I probably accept his proposal without any second thought. That's how I love him. I love him without any doubt, except for the doubt that he'll love me too, someday. That he'll be able to reciprocate my feelings towards him. That maybe the fact that he's too in love with her will change.

Their mental power merged perfectly once again. “Years go by, seasons pass, our souls have wandered apart. As memories flash down the road to hell, love will return to our hearts. We may yearn, but don’t you cry. We’ll see each other at the end of time. I’m still reading, reading the past, trying to recall what would make us last. I hold our promise in my heart, where could you be, my lover from the past?” Her singing was clear and sorrowful, echoing through the room.

Love. END