My Love Isn't Fragile Novels & Stories

' as love was only for the weak. Am I weak?

God, I wanted to so badly. But belief is fragile when you’ve had it ripped from you before. I lowered my gaze to my hands twisted in my lap. “I’m not saying it’s fixed. We’re not…fixed. But tonight…” My voice cracked, and I hated it. “Tonight felt like the man I fell in love with.” He crossed the room in two strides, kneeling in front of me again just as he had at the gala. But here, in the quiet, it wasn’t for show. It was just us.

“…this.” I closed my eyes, letting myself feel the tremor of his words, the weight and beauty of them. There was triumph here, yes—triumph over enemies, over betrayal, over fear, but also an acknowledgment of fragility. Life was delicate. Love was delicate. Trust was delicate. And yet, in this fragile, fleeting moment, I knew nothing could shatter the bond we had. He kissed the top of my head softly, lingering there, and I pressed a hand to his cheek, marveling at the contrast of his rugged features against the tenderness he now exuded. “I love you,” I whispered.

I thought she loved me like I did but looks like she is just using me. “You are going to leave for America anyway. So obviously I need a new one. And he is far more better than you" She scoff and left me alone in dumbfounded. A few days ago my father defied to sent me to America. It’s not that I did not protested but I can’t refuse my dad. He is basically a leader of mafia and owner of multinational companies. Its not that my parents are bad or anything. They are the nicest larents i could ever ask for. And since i I am the only child they would do anything for me. maybe that is why they are sending me to america. But Anyway I though we can keep this long distant relationship. Looks like ano

Larry's tender kisses in the morning light were not mere rituals but a proclamation of love, a promise that the dawn held hope even in the face of uncertainty. Their love, weathered by the storms of adversity, emerged not as a fragile blossom but as a resilient bloom that found strength in the most unlikely of places. Larry and Sophia, in the throes of life's unpredictability, discovered that the profound beauty of their connection lay not in grand gestures but in the exquisite simplicity of shared moments—moments that, like fragile fragments of glass, caught the light even in the darkest of times.

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.

Even though my vision had partially returned, the sheer number of guests around me blurred everything. I struggled to push myself up, but it was futile. The guests continued stepping on me as if I didn’t exist. By the time I managed to lift my head, all I could see was Regina laying her head on Jared’s shoulder. Fireworks erupted in the air, streaking gold across the night sky. “I love you, Baby,” Jared said softly. My chest constricted. I couldn’t tell if it was my heart or my body that hurt, but I couldn’t take it anymore. My vision darkened, and my eyes rolled back.

" All this years. I have tried to be a dutiful wife hoping you will love me eventually. No matter what effort I put on this marriage, you never really gave me a chance... Am I really this hateful? You never really listened to my end of the story about that night. All you do is listen to other people..." She laughed as she looked at the pen next to the drawer

“Love is showing up every day and choosing this! Choosing us! Not running off to conferences and coming home with charts and graphs that say what we have is fragile! Love is believing it’s strong! Love is having faith!” “Love is also work!” I screamed back, the dam of my fear and frustration finally breaking. “It’s maintenance! It’s checking the foundations! You don’t just build a house and then never look at the roof again and hope it doesn’t leak! You inspect it! You repair it! That’s what I’m trying to do! And you’re treating me like I’m trying to burn the house down!” We stood there, gasping, the air between us electric with pain and fury. The bond was a searing, painful ache, reflecting

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion.