Novel & Cerita My Love Isn't Fragile

Irene asked hopefully. Suzy tried to free her hand from Irene's grasp, “That's not going to happen, Irene. Besides, I don't love Noah anymore. Noah must have fallen in love with you by now and forgotten about me." "No. Noah has never forgotten you, and he still loves you." Irene reached for her bag, which she had placed near her sitting position. Irene immediately showed an old photo from her gallery after successfully removing her cell phone from there. "This. This is proof that he still loves you." She stated.

With Love, The Cloud.

I don't have to be strong but I'll Take This Pain. I love you, Scarlett Rose.

I can't get enough of his love. **********************************************

Cassandra’s POV I sat back down, swallowing my anger. It was supposed to be my turn at the microphone, and Laura had just butted right in there. But what could I do? I couldn’t exactly tell her no. She was already making her way to the microphone. So I plastered a fake smile on my face and sat back to listen to her little ‘speech’. The moment her first words left her mouth though, my blood froze. “Some people say love is fragile, but I disagree. Why? Because I’ve seen firsthand how strong love really is. The love between Cameron and Stella is unwavering, unbreakable, and the furthest thing from fragile you can possibly imagine.”

“My reaction to what I found out made me realize just how fragile I am. I don’t like it!” I shook my head. “You are not fragile, my love. You have emotions just like everyone else but your emotions don’t make you fragile. You are strong!” I told him. “If I am really strong then why is the thought of telling you what I found out making me feel funny again? Why are my hands shaking and why can’t I just come out with it?” I moved even closer and hugged him. “It’s okay. You are okay. You got me, my love. You've got so many people who love you and believe in you.”

” Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t look away. “My turn,” I whispered, smiling through them. “Liam, I used to think love was fragile. Something you could lose if you weren’t careful. But then I met you, and with you, love has been anything but fragile. It’s been fire, storm, ache, and home all at once. You’ve broken my heart, and you’ve healed it. You’ve terrified me, and you’ve protected me. You’ve given me Sophia, and you’ve given me back myself. And through it all, I learned something: real love doesn’t run. It roots deep.

And what is chosen can be unchosen. I hold him, I let his love wash over me, and I feel its truth. And its terrifying fragility.

And for the first time after a rough day, I believed that love wasn’t something fragile I had to protect from the world. It was something strong enough to exist inside it. Even on the hard days.

“Felix, you idiot.” When I woke up, my face was already streaked with tears. I had been holding onto Eugene’s hand so tightly that my nails had dug into his skin. “Sorry, I got drunk,” I muttered. Eugene was quiet for a while before he finally asked, “Who’s Felix?” I couldn’t remember the last time I had heard someone say his name. It was as if the world had chosen to forget him. “He was my love,” I replied softly.