Novel & Cerita My Love

My Love. THE END!!

When Pastora Vien said that the love we’re all looking for isn’t as strong as His for us, I was slugged by the truth. When I said that Love is Patient, and I can wait for the time Axl will say his love to me, there is a stronger love than that. When my father said that Love is Happiness, maybe he wasn’t really talking about the love that ends. It’s about the Love that’s never ending. It is about Him. Masuyo pa rin akong yakap-yakap ni Pastora habang binubuhos ko ang mga luha ko. Lord, I was never there. I never really believed you, but I hope I’m not yet late. Please, let me in.

Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly. "Jack ... I still can't believe this, but I love you too." Reo rammed his body into Jack's. They hugged for the umpteenth time. Spilling thousands of longing turmoil that had haunted them both this week. "Me for you, and you for me." Jack muttered quietly. He gave Reo a long kiss on the forehead. "I love you, Reo. Really, this time I'm not lying." "I know, Jack. I love you too."

But said to Angela before leaving . "PLEASE COME BACK HOME MY LOVE, I MISS YOU ... ! "

"Mrs.Han you don't seem to understand, that woman has been his lover for a long time, and then they got married for only three months and then broke up for an unknown reason... it's hard to move on just like that..." "Mom please understand.. it is really hard for Mr.Lee... she is his childhood sweetheart also his wife for only a short time. If I'm in his situation I can just forget everything just because you say so, it is his First Love!" "Haist!! nowadays only a few people believe in those kinds of things... It is up to you if you want to continue your life and be happy or you just want to tie yourself and have a hard life and regret forever!" ALRIGHT, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

I love you " "I love more "

“ I love you too” ***

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

"Don't you think that's absurd? How do you even expect I go about that without eventually getting my ass arrested?" "Listen, it's so simple. You just have to make him fall in love with you and make it hard for him to leave you. After that stage is gone, you just make sure to get pregnant for him and boom, it's all settle. We'll be in riches," "You think that it easy? Why don't you go ahead with your "simple little plan with Mr Ceo" yourself and we shall see the highest bid of your result,"

I don't like other people calling me a sweetie or any other nickname; I just like it when he does it, when he did it. Damn, why do I miss him? Why do I miss his voice, the way he looked at me, his gestures, his hugs, his kisses, all his cute caresses and nicknames he told me? I don't want to miss him, I don't want to feel I don't want anything with him, I don't want to remember "Are you all right?" He asks, somewhat confused and also upset at my expression.