Opposite Of Love Is Indifference の小説・ストーリー

The horses racing inside my heart immediately disappeared, as well as the butterflies flying inside my stomach, like a bubble that disappeared. The thrill I felt earlier, now replaced by pain! Jiro courted me for six months and before I answered him, I assured myself that I really loved him. So I answered him one day. And during those six months, when I found out that I loved him, I immediately thought of things about us. Just like what our endearment will be. And because I really liked the 'hubby' and 'wife' endearment that is what we want to call them but they don't seem to want to said Jiro, then!

And in this transitory world, decisiveness is a factor for survival. And perhaps the opposite of love is not hate but rather indifference and somewhere in between, in the spherical or planar intersection of chance, is where we find ambivalence. Ambivalence then is this betweenness that typically defines our inability to be definite. Once caught in this jargon, one’s only chance of survival is, again, to decide for one’s own sake. And for most of the times, heartaches would momentarily increase insurmountably before time finally takes charge to dissipate the impact of collision.

" Love is really like that. The other one will make you feel that he wants you. You will fell for him. Then in the end, you didn't know that he's just lying. We didn't notice that we are just one of his victims. But not every time love will stay that way because love is sacrifice. Love is a sacrifice that every person commits. The opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference. Because indifference is the absence of love. Is it because sometimes, we become blind to those who want to make us feel what genuine love really means.

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“I think you have it twisted. This is for revenge, I need to see him suffer. To feel the same pain that I did.” “Noted,” Erlan said, the amusement returning to his tone. “But mon chérie, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s indifference. You hate him, but you still care. Take it from me—there’s a very thin line between love and hate. You never really know when they intersect.” His voice was silk over a blade. My free hand curled into a fist. “Ugh! I don’t know why I’m surprised. You’re his friend, so of course you’re just as infuriating. Calling you was a mistake.”

I said acidly. “Have you ever considered.” He leaned along the edge of the table to put his elbow near me. Resting his cheek on it. “How close love and hate really are.” “They’re opposites.” “Yet you can’t have one without the other.” He countered in that sing song purr he seemed to have mastered. “If you love someone, you must know moments of true hatred for the power they have over you. True anger for the pain they’ve put you through. To truly hate someone, you had to have had genuine affection for them at some point, or you’d not care about them rather then feel hatred.”

They tell you vital information. It's logical and easy to understand whereas love is the opposite. The complete opposite.

Love gives you happiness, but when it fails it will make your life miserable. Love gives you strength, but when it fails it makes you weak. Love gives you delight, but when it fails it will leave you in tears. Love will cherished you, but when it fails it will leave you wounded. Love will protect you, but when it fails it will neglect you. Love gives you a positive feeling, but when it fails it makes you hostile. Love gives you warmth, but when it fails it makes your heart cold.

Indignation overtook Meg as she struggled to remain calm. "I never gave you hope," she continued, her voice laden with regret. "I never invited you into my room. I woke up and you were there, as if you had a right over my body and my life. That's not love, William, that's possession, that's a power game you're playing." William looked at her for a moment, his eyes full of disdain. "Love is a luxury that few can have. And an orphan like you, with no family or last name, would never find a better match. You'd better be grateful for this opportunity and stop playing hard to get."

I said softly, hoping for some sign of the man I once knew, “this isn’t just paperwork for me. This is my life.” He didn’t respond; instead, he continued typing away, completely ignoring my plea. I turned away from him, tears threatening to spill over. The finality of our conversation hung heavily in the air—a stark reminder that love could turn into indifference in the blink of an eye.