Love Theoretically Novels & Stories

It wasn’t just about finding one person, the chances had to be that they will like you just as must as you liked them. For Kira it wasn’t just crazy mathematics, but it was also stupid maths. She had the theory that humans didn’t have to love you back when you love them. She felt it was just the one sided love that was required. They just want to know that they are loved, and then when they are certain enough that tthe love they are getting is solid enough to get even the smallest of guarantees, they will settle into the haven that the other’s love has provided for them and from there, every thing would try to make sense to the one blindly in love, and to the other blindly loved .

He tried to cough it out, but the burning sensation remained. Chortling, the Mistress sighed, looking up at the star. “Do you think love truly exist?” Luis stared at her for a moment. He felt it’s rather unnatural to be asked such a deep question by no more than a child, but he found himself clearing his throat and saying, “Love is a foolish excuse to justify everything. It’s stupid to even perceive it as something that would trigger change; yet, it was what we’re programmed for. It’s why we exist.”

I wanted to run my hand on it, feel the softness against my fingertips. “That is our 4inlove piece. Limited edition. Handmade by Mr McKenny himself in dedication to his late wife. He chose red because it is fiery, bold, and royal. He believes it is made for the most beautiful girl. And you are the perfect person for it.” The salesperson said from beside me, as I stared at the dress—-star-struck. The memory of Killian's note flashes in my head. He likes red—I noticed it. I wanted him to see me in this, I wonder how he would react.

It is the most beautiful, terrible thing I have ever seen. It unfolds in my mind, a structure of perfect, crystalline logic. It accounts for every variable. The energy expenditure of maintaining a shared solitude. The statistical probability of friction based on our psychological profiles. The exponential decay of passion over time. The opportunity cost of forgoing other, more stable connections. It measures the gravitational pull of our shared history against the centrifugal force of our individual traumas. It proves, with flawless, irrefutable elegance, that Arthur and I are an inefficient, unstable, and mathematically unsound basis for existence. Our love is a drain on the cosmic balance.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents