Novel & Cerita My Only Love Story

I destroyed everything. My father’s plans. My future. The arrangement that was supposed to secure power, wealth, protection. All of it… gone. Because of one night. Because I let myself feel something I was never supposed to. Because I chose him. Even if it was only for a moment. ⸻ But here’s the truth I can’t run from— John is the only man I’ve ever loved. The only one I ever will. And no matter how far I go… No matter how much I try to erase him…

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Was it really an accident or something else? Misti's parents fell in love with each other when they first met in the past and they had a fairytale-like love story. Misti is fascinated by the love story of her parents and she wants the same for her life but she does not know that everyone's life is not the same and her love story will be a lot different than her parents'. But she did not know that her parents had faced a very challenging situation in the past but they overcame it with their love and faith in each other.

and I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Oh, oh I got tired of waiting Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

“And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote this story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.” —From Moulin Rouge

It’s like paying them to play with my hair, added with a disappointing haircut too. If I’m reading too much of his actions, I probably shouldn’t relax much since he also did this for me to be more comfortable telling him what happened the other day. Or he likes me and probably wants to marry me. Joke ½. “I only heard his side of the story. Though, he deeply apologizes,” Ah. So, it’s the first option. What a pity, it wasn’t the latter. I only let out a sigh, partly for my deflated ego. I told him my side of the story, but still careful with my own opinions. It’s what put me in that situation in the first place anyway.

This should do. I don’t know what I can call it, me and him. It is like a love story that is not a love story. Maybe almost a love story, but it never happened, we never happened. It is something beautiful, a very beautiful feeling my heart yearns for. But whatever it is, it is not here and I don’t have it. I reached out my hand and grasped onto nothing. For it is not there. And nobody knows just me and him. I am here, I opened my eyes and I am here alone.

The farmhouse is twenty minutes out. And here, in the car, in the dark, in the particular quiet of two people who have said the real things and don't need to fill the space after them — Here is where I understand something I've been working toward for months. Love isn't the drama of it. It isn't the twenty-one nights or the federal detention center or the locked car on West 47th or the NICU hallway or any of the moments that made the story. It isn't even the grand gesture. The dress. The restaurant. Night Twenty-Two.

“I’m going to need more than that, Harry.” He leaned in. “Hester posted these pictures to humiliate you. But what if we spin it? What if we turn it into a tragic love story?” I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up. “A love story?” “Think about it,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “A woman, madly in love, so overwhelmed with emotion before her wedding that she collapses from exhaustion. But does she give up? No. She fights through it—because her love is stronger than any hardship.”

Always. That's the entire story. That's everything. That's love.