My Head And My Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

Once she got to her room, she slammed the door shut behind her and pressed her back to it, breathing like she just ran a marathon. Inside his suite, Nathan ran a hand through his hair and groaned into his palm. In two separate rooms, miles apart in body but not in thought, both whispered the same thing in different tones: “My heart.”

Whenever I talked about modern civilization, with cars, ships, and airplanes, his eyes would light up with longing. Watching him, I felt an endless ache in my heart. I was once drained by love and heartbreak in the city, but all the way across the globe, people were using every ounce of strength just to survive. Occasionally, I would ask Zephyr to take me on little walks, and he would gladly show me around.

"Didn't you already buy this place?" I asked. Chase looked surprised. "You know about that?" I nodded. He smiled bitterly and shuffled to his bedroom. "Ugh, I'm heartbroken. This hurts like hell. This place is where we first met—I only bought it because it's got sentimental value. Now, it's turned into a place of heartbreak. Cutie pie, why did you steal my heart and then reject me?" As he shut the door behind him, his thoughts faded.

I suddenly inquired, can’t sweep him away from my mind. “Look, the brain and heart are totally two different things. It is your heart that loved him but your head can’t remember him. So, your feeling for him that exists before still there in your heart. The accident that made you hit your head doesn't cause your heart to has any malfunction. It only proved that you still love him, but you try to argue about the fact because your head failed to convince you since you lose the pieces of memory with him. Can you understand what I tried to say?”

He’s in my head and he’s in my heart. Things just got complicated. Because now, no matter what, someone’s going to get hurt.

What if he is a fake daddy who just wants me to let down my guard , get comfortable and give him my virginity and once I do , he leaves? My brain , my heart - my adult side and my little side - both have a head - to - head. Each question , each statement that my heart puts forward my mind contradicts it. Each question , each statement that my mind puts forward my heart contradicts it. How do I know which one to listen to , and which one do I ignore? I look away from the loving couple, I slide down to my butt and sit facing the television. The credits of our movie still ascend. The battle between my mind and my heart continues - and I am stuck in between , not knowing what path to take…

“Which between us is true, and which one is false? I really don’t know them anymore…” My head was throbbing, and my heart was beating very fast. Why must Tristan keep on messing with my heart like this?

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜

"You." My heart beat heavily…

The words were a heartfelt promise, a desperate attempt to soothe the ache I felt in his quiet admission. He squeezed my hand gently, his thumb tracing a soft circle on my skin. “I know, logically, I understand that. But my head and my heart don’t always agree. The heart, you see, remembers the image of you in his arms, the raw intimacy of that moment, and it whispers doubts that my mind tries to silence.” A beat of silence passed between us, heavy with unspoken understanding and shared vulnerability. The fire popped softly in the hearth, the crackling flames a stark contrast to the quiet turmoil in the room.