Poems About Toxic Love の小説・ストーリー

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

If only she could see him in the light that he saw her, if only she looked past the fact of him being her father’s murderer and come to see him for who he was truly, but that was nearly impossible, her everyday contact with him, reminded her of the fact that her father was dead and he was the cause. He almost regretted killing her father, even if it had to be done, sometimes, he wondered how it would have been if they had met in a different circumstance, would he be allowed to woo her, will she accept, would their life had been different from how it is now. He had to admit to himself the very base of what he felt now, LOVE. “I think I’m love with you, Dianne Nefertiti Nigel Maximillian, and

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.

"You and I are the ones who are husband and wife. It… It's not appropriate for him to cure you." "Benedict, it's not that I don't trust you. It's just that this hex is no joke, and Clay and I are more compatible," she said. Her brows were tightly furrowed, her tone already laced with impatience. Panic flared in me. Since when had they discovered this sort of "compatibility" between them? Before the beaded curtain could fall, I grabbed her sleeve. "Do you still remember the vow you made to me beneath the palace walls?"

everything! I'll stay the hell away, treating him like the plague he is, invisible and untouchable. I should have just taken his warnings seriously back then, those veiled threats that I dismissed as intensity rather than insanity. Fuck, how could I be such an idiot... blinded by a toxic infatuation that masqueraded as love? Yes, I believe that loving someone means you would have to love their darkest side too... but that logic only works when the love is mutual, reciprocated, pure, returned in measures that heal rather than destroy.

Frustration like a spider, I knew it would drive me to live as if it were dead. All the words of love that shined like stars in me disappeared like stars falling from the sky in the darkness that descended on me. The taste of loving Edim had turned into a bitter poison...

“You’re my everything.” I nodded, but Sophia’s shadow loomed, her green tea bitterness a poison I couldn’t ignore. In my journal, I wrote: 'Love demands trust, but trust demands truth. How do I love him when his past poisons my present?' The question hung, unanswered, as I sketched a fractured gem, a symbol of a heart breaking but holding.

“To put it bluntly, I understand, but think rationally. Your sister destroyed that woman’s life; she took her husband and sent her to prison for four long years!” “Mom…” I attempted to interject. “Don’t interrupt me!” she snapped. I quickly fell silent. She rubbed her temples. “As I was saying, that woman got out of prison, and suddenly your sister’s life fell apart, and now she’s sleeping with you. Can’t you see the connection?” she pressed. “Think carefully before you respond, and use your brain, not your dick.” I lowered my eyes, she was advising me to avoid using the word ‘love.’

She had begged him to go over and help her, but he had refused and chalked her dramatics up to jealousy. He had then checked Amanda into the hospital and forgotten all about Tessa. The blood drained from his face. He thought about how weak Tessa had looked a few days ago and felt a chill run down his spine. Unspeakable pain shot through his chest as tears fell in rivulets down his cheeks. He had lost his child. As the realization set in, he thought his heart might physically break. The pieces of brutal reality were like shards of glass cutting through him, and he felt like he might die from a thousand cuts.

" You know, I always wondered why you could not like me the way you liked Marcelo, then I realized, it's love.... and sadly you don't get to choose who you love. Ana, as long as we get to talk like this once in a while I'm content, and even if we didn't, I would still be there if you needed me." "There's....genuine love and there's the toxic one.....the toxic hurts, not just the two people involved but also everyone around them.... like my mom's love for my dad, it has wrecked me and I can't even understand what love is anymore. I kept wondering why she wouldn't give up on him and move on but I guess I get it now, she's obsessed with him Dorian, just like I am with Marcelo. I dread that I ma