Muy Parecido Al Amor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"It makes people do stupid, unimaginable things—things they wouldn’t normally do." "But isn’t that okay? If it’s in a good way?" I countered. He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "It always turns bad, eventually." I frowned. "You sound like you speak from experience." "Maybe," he said, tilting his head slightly. Then he leaned in, his eyes glinting under the dim bar light. "You see, love is like a cigarette." I blinked, caught off guard by the analogy. "What?"

It was a continuation. Because love like this doesn’t finish. It endures. Forever.

They didn't understand why Dominic would suddenly appear at her college's gate .... .... .... Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting, love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail ..... .... .... HELLO DEAR READERS.. HOW ARE YOU ALL ..❤️❤️❤️.. HERE IS YOUR UPDATE ❤️❤️ I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT.. ... DO TELL ME HOW YOU FELT . . . . . .

The feeling cannot be described or simply explained by words. "Well, you can like a person as friends but you can also like a person as lovers as well. It's called showing affection which is bigger than the one accorded to people whom we consider as our friends." Hera crunched her face in confusion. "I don't understand anything Mariam. I'm already confused as it is. Isn't the both one of the same thing?" Mariam laughed heartily. How is it possible that a woman like her still exists? It baffled her all the damn time. Though she was an adult but she has the mind of a child. It's very cute but also at the same time, very frightening for someone her age.

he laments. I sneak into my wristwatch. I look at it. Time seems to be messing with me. It hasn't been more than five minutes since Penelope started filling me up looking for answers. I almost moan with frustration when I notice that it is so long before my day comes to an end. "It's strange, but it makes sense," says my friend, hitting her nails lightly on the table. "Getting in love can be compared to a lot of manure, because it only ends in shit. The motto is not to fall in love, guys. Follow that and be happy.”

" I just nodded my head because I didn't have anything else to say. This person was so quiet, totally the opposite of Lily who's loud. As the song I heard before said, 'Love moves in mysterious ways,' no matter how different you are from each other, there's still a chance for love to blossom even if you have different personalities, interests, and statuses in life. Love is indeed mysterious. 'Then, why are Dylan and I alike, but it seems hopeless--- Oh, yes, we are alike, because we're both men.' I winced at my thoughts. "Are you okay?" my companion asked. "I'm okay," I forced a laugh to show that I wasn't feeling awkward.

Mais j'ai juste une questions pour vous. Tous le regardèrent sans vraiment comprendre ce qu'il voulait dire pour l'instant. Il reprit la parole Dites moi c'est quoi << l'AMOUR>> Chacun d'entre eux se regardaient et se demandaient pourquoi une question du genre. L'un d'eux prit la parole et dit. l'amour est un sentiment sans définition ni explication. Il donne la joie au coeur comme il peut faire saigner des cœurs.

Why did she never love Richard when he's always there for her,he is close to her family,an heroic character to her brother but that was just it, at some point, she seems like a sister to him. "Why don't I love him?? Hmm,I don't even know maybe because he too perfect." She said. She felt Richard loves her like a character from a book,he is so romantic, he treats a lady with the best manner,even when he gets he still talks in a mild,too gentle he is. "There is no perfect human" he told her. " we all have flaws,it depends on how we control it. He is probably fighting his inner demons too" He said to her,it was true but hard to believe that he had inner flaws he was hiding because he seems perfe

"Sister, our community used to be a family building assigned by the bank. Although it is an old house, it is still very safe." Sister Wang, the fat landlord, was panting while climbing the building, but Amway didn't bring any trouble to her house. Sister Wang really likes this beautiful, cute girl. Just came back from abroad, and no boyfriend, live alone, worry free.

Since that day, I've competed with him not to win against him, but to be beside him and see him. Because our rooms are opposite each other in the house, I could see his room via the window in my room. I had always admired him from my room, which was technically termed sneaking through the window. Through the glass, I noticed his numerous sides and feelings, such as happiness, sadness, emotion, and excitement. When he's happy, he'll whirl around his room like a wild man, put on loud music, and dance in the opposite direction of the beats. I enjoy his dancing, despite the fact that he is terrible at it. When he's depressed, he won't even turn on the lights in his room and won't come out of his