Opposite Of Love Is Indifference นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“But can you just kill the love that is within people?” “See un-loving someone is an art, I don’t help people to kill the love within them I just help them detach that feeling of love from the person they are feeling it for help them to transform the best times they spend together into a beautiful memory that they could revisit anytime they want and feel a sense of happiness rather than regret, It helps you celebrate the love that you once shared but also gives you strength to stop yourself from going after that love by imagining it as a fairytale which would never happen again” “Wow that’s just so much philosophy for one day”

I watched her for I don't know how long, minutes or maybe longer. My heart was pounding so hard I was scared it might wake her up. The words were right there again, sitting on my tongue. I love you. Just three words and that was all. Three words that should have been easy. But every time I opened my mouth, something closed in my throat. I could feel the familiar fear of letting someone in creep in again. I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship.

"Speak!" Ronan's heart missed a beat. Despite his nervousness, he shared his opinion honestly. "Whether one falls in love or has physical relations with another person, I'm sure their wife won't be able to forgive them for doing either of those things." "Even if she likes you a lot?" "Mr. Ulrich, love and affection are similar to the oil, minerals, and gems that we harvest through mining. These resources aren't infinite. "They reduce the more you mine them. They'll only become depleted if you constantly waste them away."

Had I spoiled her to the point where she felt like she couldn't live without me? I thought back to all the times I had helped Sophia, all the times I had been there for her. I had always done it out of a sense of duty, a sense of responsibility. But now, as I looked into her eyes, I realized that I had done it out of something more. I had done it out of friendship. "Sophia, I care about you deeply," I said, my voice low and husky. "But I don't feel the same way as you do. I value our friendship, and I don't want this to come between us. Can we please just remain friends?"

"If it had so little power, leaving would be easy. It wouldn't be so hard to let go and forget." Emma watched as Eric spoke. She wasn't still im support of all that he was saying and her ideologies about love are not going to change. "Love gives life so much colour, why don't you see it that way." "If you say love breaks. It mends even the worst of all heart. So, don't say it doesn't mend." "If you say so," Eric said. "Not if I say so, that's what it is." "Stop fighting love, Eric. It comes like a thief in the night, you never expect it to show up but it does."

Desperate for not getting hurt, desperate for comfort, for the love she never got but deserved. "Shut up you should face the consequences. Maybe you will learn to think before doing anything. You should learn your lesson. You should meet the consequences of your actions." He replied with cold and harsh tone. A tone that will bring mob-bosses to their knees let alone a little girl. "No plea.." End of flashback... "Ma'am I brought you your files and a cup of tea." Said Lia as she entered my room. I rolled down my sleeve and nodded. Brushing past the memories of my younger self.

"Shane, I'm sure Nat didn't mean to do this. She probably just loves you too much. You should try to understand her. After all, she comes from a poor family. She doesn't have money, let alone love." I couldn't hold back my laughter any longer. "You're wrong. I don't want his love anymore."

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

I had each and everything which everyone wants but I never got one thing and that was my parent's attention , ok love was too much far away but I just wanted their attention but they didn't have time When I was small I had not one , not two , three , four but many toys . My whole room was filled with toys but there was no one with whom I could play . Yeah my so called mom appointed 5 babysitters for me but they all were just busy on their phones not with me . Whenever I cried they just put a milk bottle inside my mouth but no one tried to play with me . So it was my boring childhood but that time I wanted their attention as for me attention was love but that day changed my complete thoughts