Love Without Truth Novels & Stories

Like I was already something they had decided to move on from too. My fingers tightened slightly on the table. And then— Zarah. Always Zarah. Smiling. Comforting. Spinning stories that made me look like I wasn’t worth staying for. I swallowed hard. Back then, I had believed love meant waiting. Understanding. Enduring. Now I knew better. Love without truth wasn’t love. It was confusion wearing a soft face. My chest tightened. Not pain exactly. More like pressure. Old pressure. I exhaled slowly. Then blinked.

“Look, Violet, I really am sorry about everything. And I wasn’t lying when I said I need you. I always thought it was the other way around but I was so wrong. I love you so much. What can I do to make this right?” When those words come out of his mouth, I know in my soul that this is the end of our relationship and there’s no going back. The shock hits me so hard that it takes me a second to reply, “Nothing Jace. Because when you just said ‘I love you,’ I didn’t believe you. Because I no longer trust you. The fact that you love me and I love you used to be one of the only constants in my life. It kept me grounded and got me through so much shit. But at the same time, one of the things I was

"Oh, Kil, I'm so sorry. You can win her over. Just open up your walls a bit let people in sometimes." "I'm not a lover. I'm a fighter!" Gosh, why did I feel so stupid saying that? "hahaha, hahaha, oh gosh! That was the best! Can you repeat it for me? I'm not a lover; I am a fighter" Treena mocked me repeated what I said in what she claims is my voice. I fell back into my chair, defeated. She'd never accept me. I'm damaged. I'm hard and unforgiving!

“What do you mean?” I sipped my wine and offered a faint smile. “Nothing. I am too poetic tonight.” He studied me, searching the layers of a face that never revealed pure truth, then gave up as usual and simply clasped my hand. That night, before sleep, I wrote in my secret journal, words I could never say aloud, If truth is a ship, then love is the storm that sinks it. And I am not a sailor who fears storms; I am the sea itself. **

It was quite a shocking sight. "Angela, I know I was wrong before. I admit I didn't love you back then. And I know it sounds ridiculous for me to say this now, but I can't lie to myself anymore. I didn't love you then, but I love you very much now. That's the truth!" He sounded almost desperate, as if he feared she wouldn't believe him. A man's love—or lack of it—was always obvious. Unfortunately, they weren't on the same page.

“No, father!" Darien stood up on his feet.” I don't think Jeri would sit and come up with such a lie. I believe that what she's saying is true, but there might be some mistakes somewhere. So, we need to give her the chance to prove herself, please." “Do you know my issue with you Darien? My issue with you is that you are blinded by her stupid fake love, causing you to keep defending her even if she's wrong. Is this what we call love is blind?" Mrs. Lucinda grimaced at her son.

Love is both shadow and light, always present, sometimes unseen. Love is sometimes a heartbeat echoing in the silence of longing. Yet the cruel truth I fear to admit is this: love asks no “why.” Love does not dwell in perfection. Love is the sword that rends every heart, leaving only surrender in its wake. But it baffles me how the very opposite of love can sometimes wear its skin—how longing, loneliness, and unprofitable pain can disguise themselves as devotion. If not tested by truth, they linger as shadows of love, breeding nothing but regret.

Edmond was unfettered in his direction and gave no room for Ace to argue with him. ****** Her legs shivered hearing the word 'daddy' from the child which felt like a curse and she collapsed to the floor. Love calls for vulnerability, openness and truth. Not fear, shutters and feigned indifference. Real love has no lies, no masks, no secrets. It’s just you and that person, bare, from flesh to soul. With real love, it’s no longer bodies that you share, but souls. Because the eyes have seen past all the fleshly flaws, and directly to the soul, it’s no longer about tangibility, but which is intangible. It's the feeling that emerges from inside you that tells you: This is love.

LOVE... Love is PATIENT, love is KIND. It does not ENVY, it does not BOAST, it is not PROUD. It does not DISHONOR others, it is not SELF-SEEKING, it is not easily ANGERED, it keeps no record of WRONGS. Love does not DELIGHT in evil but REJOICES with the truth. It always PROTECTS, always TRUSTS, always HOPES, always PERSEVERES.

I ask, my mind racing with possibilities. "They will… they always will. You just have to understand that some pain comes with love, while others come with truth." She looks deep into my eyes for a moment, as if trying to convey the weight of her words. "When love comes with pain, it hurts, but it gives you strength, power, and the ability to move forward and become the person you envision. But when it comes to the truth, it’s hard… very hard. You have to accept the idea that you might never love again like you did, and that’s incredibly hurtful." Her voice softens, and I can see the depth of her understanding reflected in her eyes.