Novel & Cerita Loving People Who Are Hard To Love

"Especially then. Because that woman also revolutionizes entire sports, raises incredible children, and loves me enough to go to therapy to fix our problems instead of just giving up." Emma felt tears starting. "I almost lost you." "We almost lost each other. But we didn't." "How do you know?" "Because losing you would have been easy. Staying and fighting for us? That's the hard thing. And I'm finally ready to do hard things." Emma moved closer, close enough to touch his face with her fingertips. "I love you," she said simply. "I love you too." "Even when I'm difficult?" "Especially when you're difficult."

There was a time when he would run all over Amberton just to buy me a strawberry cake; he would scour the entire commercial street on cold winter days just to buy me a scarf; he would deliver presents to me the moment each holiday began—all just to show me how much he liked me. But now, the same man who'd once loved me so deeply was begging for forgiveness after having betrayed me again and again. There was a time when Shawn was everything to me. I had thought about forgiving him, but every time I looked back, I saw the eighteen-year-old Shawn crying, begging me not to. I forced a smile, but my tears still fell uncontrollably. "Shawn, please don't make this any uglier than it already is." Sh

We were horrible people. If anyone deserves love out of the three of us, of course, it's ace. He does everything for everyone. He may be a shitty friend, but so are we. We've been trying to stop him from loving anyone with the fear of him becoming soft. "Let him become soft Dante, let him love. Have you ever saw Ace genuinely smile? Like seriously smile because he was happy?" I questioned him, waiting for his response. Dante shook his head slightly, staring out the car window.

Napatawa naman ito sa iniakto niya. "Clearly, we have a lot to work on," komento nito. "My father is watching us very closely since we announced our engagement. So, if we want this to work, we have to make them believe that we are in love. Or at least... we need to make them believe that we really want to get married." She sighed yet again. Parang kinain niya ang sinabi niya kay Madeleine kanina lang. She thinks she needs convincing herself. Mahirap pala. Mahirap ang umaktong in love sa taong ayaw mo naman makasama sa umpisa.

I whisper, nodding slowly. "Even then. Because love isn’t about convenience. It isn’t about ease or perfection. It’s about staying." I murmur. It’s about choosing someone even when they’re at their worst, even when things are difficult, even when they have nothing left to give you. It’s about the warmth of familiar hands, the quiet presence of someone who sees you—not just the good parts, not just the pieces that are easy to love, but all of you. It’s about sitting beside them even when they can’t talk, cooking for them even when they barely have an appetite, and loving them even when the world is slowly taking them away from you.

I just can’t. Honestly, I wasn’t only doing this for the baby, I’m doing this because I love him. I’ve never felt this kind of love with anyone before and I know he loves me. It’s impossible that he never fall for me in the years of relationship we had. I know Ivy is prettier than me and she’s the perfect wife for Pierce because of her money and status, but is it really that hard to love someone like me? “Will everything really end like this Warren. Is it really that easy to throw me away from your life?” I asked, my voice cracked in the end.

It seemed like leaving was their only solution when faced with heated emotions and complex situations. I couldn't help but wonder if I was fooling myself all along, believing that I was capable of experiencing love or being loved by someone. My past had been filled with shallow relationships that never amounted to anything serious. But with Emily, it was different. She had shattered my illusions of love and proven to me that it was nothing more than a cruel fucking facade.

The moment of silence took us. "Do you believe in love?" I suddenly asked. "No." I stop in my trance. "Why?" "I'm not sure," He said in a low tone. "Love is an interesting emotion. I do believe it exists but I believe it's hard for someone to grasp. The harder you love someone, the harder you fall, which is why people despise it. But it brings out blessings, even if they are only temporary. That feeling could never be replaced and will stick with you for the rest of your life." I ranted on.

Anyway I bet it's because you are not woman enough to cli___. "Shh." I interrupted him as I heard a familiar song playing.. "Wha___ "Shh." I interrupted him again as I made out the song playing before I joined in, singing along.

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