Murphy's Law Of Love の小説・ストーリー

Love is sometimes stupid. A small seed of doubt can grow in a big tree someday. Love test in its own way. ***

He whispered, cupping Justine's tear stained face. He stared at him for a long time, heart aching to see someone so precious as Justine breaking down in front of his eyes. "You know what's your only fault?" He wiped his tears as he smiled at him. "Your only fault is loving someone so much...someone who doesn't deserve your love." Bob was crying as he smiled at the brunet. "But even that isn't something you should be sorry about." Bob wiped the tears on Justine's eyes. "Because loving is never wrong." He placed a kiss on Justine's forehead, cradling him close to him.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

He choked. "Then why do you feel odd when I show my love towards you? Why can't you believe that I love you too in the same way? All this question of who deserves what... it doesn't make any sense. When we love someone, we love them with all their flaws and all their virtues. Please don't say such things again." Damini looked away from him and sucked on her lower lip, trying to control her tears.

What I felt at that time was something I don't wish to repeat again. "Wow. That is quite a story. Steph, I know that you are still hurt by what that jerk did to you, but I promise not to put you on the same experience. I love you with all of my heart and would like to spend the rest of my days with you. This I know for sure that it is you that I love. I know you might feel uncomfortable being with me and having so many rivals since they all throw themselves at me, but I want you to know that I love you. I have never felt this way before with anyone, not even my former girlfriend.

She was my Ex that made me think love was such a cruel thing. Looking back at all those months I dated Lori, it was nothing but pain and sorrow. I loved her with everything I had: my time, energy and resources but I got nothing else in return other than pains and so much pains. I had felt like I would never survive my last encounter with her. Greg was right, Lori treated me light shit, like I was a nobody. The last time I ever got to hear from her was when she broke up with me.

"I appreciate your concern, Josie, but this is my choice. I'll deal with Davis in my own way." As the weight of unspoken emotions lingered in the room, I couldn't help but wonder if I was holding onto a fleeting ideal, or if the contractual ties that bound Davis and me would withstand the storm of his playboy reputation. I dropped the pen and turned towards the window. My eyes were stinging a bit as I remembered Henry. Josie bringing up love brought me back to the love I had for him. I thought we were one. But he cheated. Like all men does. Finding love. It would probably never happen. Not in this lifetime. And probably not in the next.

The chirping of birds added to Laura's blossoming mood as she reminisced about the first time she had met Aryan, their unconventional marriage contract, and now, the love that bound them together. Love was indeed peculiar; when you pursued it, it often eluded you, and when you walked away, it came offering happiness. Laura had once thought that she and Aryan would never fall in love because their separation had been written in black and white. But everything seemed futile as time and emotions played their roles, slowly seeping into the depths of their hearts. Love was indefinable in any dictionary; it truly reigned in the heart, speaking only the language of emotions.

The switch up was alarming, and she felt stupid, because she had seen the signs, but threw them all into reckless abandon as usual—because of love. Things were becoming clearer to Kiara now and, as much as she hated to admit the truth, she knew. She knew that Love would be the death of her.

This was someone repeating programmed responses. "Real love doesn't involve threats," I said quietly. "It doesn't require tearing people down to build yourself up. And it definitely doesn't need magical interference."