Love Without Truth の小説・ストーリー

Lauren could only feel perplexed. ..... .... .... Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you. ...... .....

You of all people should know me very well, you should know full well the fact that I am not the type that fool people I tell the f****** truth at every f****** time. And you know fully well that I will never learn to deceive you, that's why I made it known to you that I I'm not interested in you and never was interested, I was only with you all along because I haven't found true love and no one could deny that fact, True Love doesn't lays in sexuality or having sex with someone, show love lies in being able to find that one who makes your heart beat really fast, and makes your heart feels like it's about to tear apart it makes it pounds and never stop beating,

"I apologize I lied to you my lady." I crossed my arms, unsure if I should be angry or. and something. Pitied, perhaps. Forbidden love was a hard-hearted lover. "You should have believed me enough to know the truth, Aden. You've been with me long enough to know that I am not the kind of woman to break a man's heart." His gaze sprang to mine, guarded but hopeful. "So. you won't tell?" I breathed slowly. "No. I do believe in love, Aden, even though someone would forbid it. But don't lie to me again. Whene'er I ask you something, I want the truth. Is that fine?"

He was manipulating her into agreeing with him, but she would not allow it. “I love you,” he declared charmingly. “That has nothing to do with that,” she responded in disbelief. They have been together all this time and never once did he mention that he was giving up his birthright for her. “But it does, My love. I persecuted and executed you in our past life. You will never give yourself fully to me because you are terrified of me, and I don’t blame you. This ensures that even if I ever lose my mind, I never have that power over you again.”

I had no answers—only a gnawing fear that by the time he returned, there would be nothing left to return to. Because love without truth is a ticking bomb. And mine had just begun to count down.

God! What is happening to me? Why am I thinking such sappy things? I don't know if I'll ever see her again and I'm still thinking about her. I shook my head. No. I won't be fooled this time. I know. I know it's not for me. It never will be. Love doesn't exist. Not after that. It isn’t in my vocabulary. I don't believe in it. It is not for me. And as if I came out of a trance, I realized I would never find true love because everybody betrays you. You don't trust people because they don't let you. Nobody is there for you in the time of need. People leave you. Yes. They always leave you. Just like they left me. ******* Bloom M.

I added and he grinned. “Okay, let's think about what to do, we can watch a movie together, and let's visit Neil tomorrow. Is that okay?” He said I grinned and agreed to him. It's too nice to be with a person you love the most. We might argue, we might cry, and we might feel pain, but that's a part of the relationship. That's what true love has, it will never be perfect, but we learn to forgive and continue loving each other. That's my definition of true love.

I sat with the question, turning it over. “I think you loved me, I think that part was real, in whatever broken way you were capable of it. But love without truth still causes damage. Real damage. The kind that doesn’t go away just because the love underneath it was genuine.” I held his gaze. “You’re going to have to live with that. Both things being true at once. I can’t fix that contradiction for you.” I stood up. "For what it's worth...You became everything I hoped you'd become." He looked me straight in the eyes.

“But not confusion.” --- Oliver looked at her. “What do you need?” he asked quietly. --- Ariana hesitated. That hesitation mattered. Because this wasn’t simple anymore. --- Then she said: “I need clarity.” --- That word stayed in the air. Clarity. Not distance. Not closeness. Understanding. --- Oliver nodded slowly. “I’ll try,” he said. --- Ariana shook her head slightly. “I don’t want ‘try,’” she replied. A pause. “I need truth.”

“What a mess Tokodi. You are such a brute. I would not come back if I was her. Try someone else.” “Mum, you are not making things any better.” “I’m just being honest. You were just using her to satisfy your needs and I’m sure she has realised that now,” she said. “I wasn’t using her,” he said. “I love her.” “Yet you kicked her out because you told her not to acknowledge you publicly and she obeyed you! If that is love then I’m better off single,” she said and stood up. She took her tea cup to the kitchen and unpacked all the pastries she had brought over and then packed her carry bags. She picked up her handbag and walked to the door. Tokodi followed her.