Novel & Cerita My Love Language Is Sarcasm

“Nope same old asshole. I guess you save all the nice for Blue.” “Of course I do, she’s my wife. You’re a thorn in my flesh I can’t seem to get out.” I say back. He of course laughs. “Oh, come on, I know you love me. Hate is your love language.” “I don’t know what they hell that means, but there is no love between us. There isn’t even any like between us.” I insist. “Artemis.” Blue says sounding exhausted. “Be nice.”

I snarled as lines formed on my forehead. “Your feelings!” She clenched her teeth in disbelief. “What about me? Have you ever thought about how I feel?” “I can’t force myself to love you!” I raised my voice a bit. “Oh damn! Do you think you love her? You say you love her and you left her for me,” she laughed sarcastically. After her sarcastic laugh, she started crying like a psychopath, “why can’t you realize my efforts?” “Your efforts?” I scoffed. “Did you mean, drugging me against my wish?”

I tried to explain her but she cut off my words in the middle and yelled "Oh, please stop your nonsense Victor...I had heard enough of your explanations and all your apologises for all these years.. i want to break up our relationship officially. Even though it hurts, being heartbroken is better than being lied to by you...." "Sara...!!" I roared.

"My sister, she loves Dermot, right?" "How is that my business?" Jealous much? "Please answer, for me?" "You can literally feel her unsure love for him oozing from a distance," he said sarcastically, and with jealousy. Yeah, I'm jealous too… wait, what? "Their love makes me feel like I will die single," "Sarcasm, why?" "This conversation bores me," I yanked out a thorn. "Ow!" You love her, you idiot. "I thought vampires feel no pain," I taunted.

Not that she doesn’t truly love me, but just because she can’t express herself. Obviously, we are different, because she can’t do what I expect her to do, but I love her so much. I love her so much that I can’t even picture myself with anyone else but her. As everyone possesses the pros and cons, she also has ones. She knows how to love, but she doesn’t know how to express herself. Normally, our love language among the five love languages is Quality Of Time. We can spend hours cuddling but not talking to each other!

she asked again. Oh, I've heard that somewhere. "your's must be giving gifts" she tried to make a guess but I shook my head. "no" I answered. "then what? from what I can see, your love language is giving gifts and stuffs like that. You know rich people things" she said again. "my love language" I said and took her hand. I held it and interlocked our fingers, "is physical touch" She squeezed my fingers and rub her thumb on my hand.

I know I'm not brandishing a hero now, I'm brandishing a hater, deceitful, liar. Let it be! It is a pleasure for me to know the inner workings of myself. You hate to listen to my moan. Well, to hate it, I will try to I make my moan as unpleasant as I can... You understand nothing yet, gentlemen. is not it? So I have to explain it more, so that you may understand these minutes joy. Are you laughing? This is so much fun. But my jokes and sarcasm are ridiculous, truncated, vague, lacking in self-confidence.

While we're eating, Tyler said, "Since you don't know what love language is, let me tell you about it. It means how people prefer to express their love to their partner and how they want to receive it from them." As I was eating the shrimp, I asked, "Then how do we find it? Do we have to experiment with every love language to find ours?" "There's a way to find. Your sign is Leo, right? So, for Leo, the love language is physical touch." I let out a chuckle and said, "How can it be my love language if I hate it? It must be wrong." And continued eating the shrimp. He touched my hand and asked, "Don't you want to know what's mine?"

He nibbled under her neck and whispered an aroused voice, 'Let's get married, Baby'. She stuttered, 'I-I won't be able to do it without my brothers'. He stared at her and pushed her away. He raised his eyebrows and bellowed, 'You better go back'. She trembled and said, 'You know I cannot go back there now. I need a little time to deal with them'. He caressed his right eyebrow and licked his dry lips and shouted, 'You're using me for your own good? If you love me, you have to. A real lover can die in the name of love. What kind of love do you have?

We may have broken up, but that still did not hinder me from getting hurt hearing her words. Her words shattered my heart, but I wanted to be clear about it. She told me to my face to take my wife to be and mother away, but the sarcasm was clear. I made it clear before them all that I loved her. I wanted Loli and my mother to know for sure that I would be near be with Loli no matter what they planned.