Novel & Cerita Mungkin Cintaku Terlalu Kuat

It would be best to end this, I guess. I really love him but maybe this is the end of us. It was so difficult and painful. Maybe if my faith in the Lord is not strong, if my love for him is not strong, I don't know where to turn. Maybe I've gone crazy. I have to say "that's it". I have to protect myself from pain. It's really been so hard for me. I tried, but I couldn't. I have given up on the pain.

And I honestly do not think I could ever love anyone else like this if things go wrong. It would hurt so much more and the damage to my heart would be irreparable if I found out that Zeke does not love me and that everything is just a lie. I just hoped that this time I would be strong enough to stand up again just like I did before if this love fails me too.

I whispered then swallowed, "I want to.. I want to with everything in me but.. but I can't.." Her eyes were so small I could tell this kiss worked on her. She wiped my tears and I smiled a bit, "I love you... God knows how much I love you.. but with everything that you said right now.. which I understand.. I get it truly... but why give us hope.. coz you know I want you.. so if we do this.. I'll just get too attached and have a hard time letting go.. I'll just want you more than I already do which I don't think it's even possible..."

The intense love I had for her had pushed me to the brink of insanity, but I couldn’t bring myself to grant her forgiveness. In the depths of my soul, a tempestuous love for her brewed, an intoxicating elixir that simultaneously consumed and healed me. Like a potent poison, it coursed through my veins, seeping into every fiber of my being, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. Yet, paradoxically, it was also my medicine, a balm that soothed the wounds of my heart and ignited a fire within me. This love, both a curse and a blessing.

Circ, My mate, my love, my beasty girl, I never thought someone would make me smile and laugh as much as you do.. until I saw how much you could make me sad and empty at the same time. Maybe it's love..., maybe it's heartbreak. Or maybe it's because I fell too hard.

Her voice softens, and I can see the depth of her understanding reflected in her eyes. Her words register in my head, and I finally grasp why loving Richie is so complicated. It dawns on me that my love for him has made me stronger, not weaker. I’ve faced challenges I never thought I could tackle. I’ve lived life in ways I once deemed impossible, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier about it.

And meeting him again, touching him again, had ignited it into an inferno. I laughed harder, the sound more unhinged now, because the truth was too much. The flame that had been my first love had survived every storm, every shard of heartbreak, every drop of bitterness I had thrown at it. It was still there, unwavering, indestructible. My tears dripped onto my lap as I whispered to myself: If he held me again, if he kissed me again, I wouldn't resist. I would surrender without protest, even knowing his heart belonged to someone else.

Love is my weakness and I want to get rid of this weakness. Harley won't make me strong. She is not that type of woman and it will be unheard of me to say that I love her. It is just a f***ing attraction or lust or whatever it is. Not love. I can't love her. I don't have the heart to love anymore. I am sure this attraction will fade away gradually and I will barely remember how it once felt. Expelling a deep sigh, I open my eyes, motivating myself inwardly. The moment I lean forward to open my laptop and begin work again, a knock comes on the door.

Selama ini kau masih merasa Aku selalu menantimu Dua minggu kau tak menghampiri Karena kau dengan yang lain Ibanya hatiku, sayang (Lyrics of the Potret Band song). Every day or even night I sing it. Moreover, other than to strengthen my heart, and to cultivate my heart to be strong in recognizing the term love for monkeys that come and go like mushrooms.

I guess I just caved in first. All I want is love that lasts Is all I want too much to ask? Is it something wrong with me? All I want is a good guy Are my expectations far too high? Try my best but what can I say? All I have is myself at the end of the day Shouldn't that be enough for me?