Loving You Too Much Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You wouldn’t?” “No, of course not honey. I love her. Still do. And she does love us back you know. In her own crazy way. I wouldn’t lie to you. I am heart-broken. But at least I know I tried everything. I know it’s going to be difficult for the first two or so years. But eventually I will get over her. I mean nobody died of unrequited love, right?”

That I was going to go crazy and die if he ended up dead today. I cup his face with my hands as I stare deeply and fiercely into his emerald green eyes and say emotionally, my voice coming out extra raspy from the depth of my feelings at that moment “I love you so much Jude. I love you so much it hurts. I love you so much it scares the hell out of me. I love you so much like I’ve never loved anyone before. I love you so much I feel like shouting it to the whole wide world. I love you so much I feel like marking you right now and telling everyone that you are mine and mine alone. That no woman may ever touch you again or even dare to look at you or I might make them regret it. I love you so m

Loving is one thing, loving too much is another. Alpha Gerri deserves a benefit of the doubt. I don’t know his own story but I know that the possibility of falling out of love is high and realistic. At one point, we thought we’re in love, we’re in the bliss of our emotions as we caught ourselves promising eternity to that person but then, falling in love again sees different direction. And sometimes, we’re too busy falling inlove that we didn’t notice we are also falling out of love.

She wailed, 'I hate it when people keep secrets from me and make me stupid to believe them'. Tears flowed from her eyes and she clenched his two hands and beamed, 'Kuk, you haven't hidden anything from me so far. I appreciate you showing me yourself as an open book. I felt the peace, the happiness and the calm inside me because of you. I can't express how much I love you in words!

"Everything I do is to protect what we have. To keep you safe. To make sure no one can take you away from me." "By drugging me? By treating me like a prisoner?" "By loving you too much to let anything come between us." The words hit me like a slap. Loving me too much. As if his obsession, his control, his violation of my body and mind could be excused by calling it love. Something inside me snapped. "You don't love me!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. "You don't know what love is! Love isn't chains and drugs and cages! Love isn't forcing someone to stay with you because you're too pathetic to let them choose!"

Which is probably very fucked up Really fucked up... ME: Why would you wanna feel unworthy of anything? KATHY 🌈❤💯: That's a really good question... That i don't have an answer to KATHY 🌈❤💯: Because it feels good? And because feeling loved is just too much sometimes? Oh wow.. now my love was too much too. I swear to God this day was just fucked from the start...

Maybe that's how selfish, deaf, and blind you become when you give too much love to someone. "Too much love can kill." Maybe if you love someone, don't give too much. It should be just right, and make sure there's still love left for yourself. Because it's hard to recover from the depths of despair, so until your feelings aren't that deep, try to avoid them. It's also traumatizing. I now have a problem trusting people again; I'm afraid I'll get hurt again. I just want to protect my heart this time. I'm afraid that I'll get hurt again.

My breathing holds in my lungs, and my world vanishes. “I love you more than that too. I love you since I learned how to love other than my family, and I didn’t realize that I love more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I was broken, too when I pushed you away, but I was so stubborn until it was already too late. I love you so much, Trinity.”

“I love you too, baby. I love you so much more !!” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Not just your face—though God knows that alone could stop traffic. It’s the way you light up when you’re happy. The way you trust me with every part of you. The way you love—big, fearless, all in. I’ve never known anyone who loves like you do.” My eyes stung—happy tears gathering again. “You make it easy,” I whispered. “You make me feel safe enough to love like that. Like I won’t be punished for it. Like I won’t be too much.” He cupped my face—thumbs brushing under my eyes. “You could never be too much. You’re exactly enough. More than enough. Everything.” I turned in his arms—straddling his lap now—arms looping around his neck.