Poems On One Sided Love Novels & Stories

“ You and Dad fought for love, right? I remember you saying even grandma was against your union.” She stands still, waiting to see where this was driving to. “ Mom, you never gave up on love. Why are you asking me to? Why does my case now looks different from yours?” She squats in front of me and rubs my cheeks. “ You don't give up on love when the both parties are willing to make it work, baby. In your case, it's one-sided. Love has never been one-sided. The two of you have to be interested in the other.”

‎ ‎Lines they didn’t cross. ‎But almost did. ‎And soon, she realized, almost would no longer be enough. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

From beginning to end, that dreamy smile never left her face. Thinking about it, not many people can marry the person they've secretly loved for a decade. In some ways, Natash·Yael can be considered quite fortunate. Unfortunately, she doesn't understand that one-sided love is the most exhausting. With time, those waves of love in the chest, if not reciprocated, will gradually fade and erode, like sand slipping through your fingers no matter how tightly you grasp it. Love is mutual, and Natash·Yael's love is too pitiful, almost humble. If humility could guarantee reciprocation, it would be fine, but there's always the fear that it might end up in disappointment.

I wondered, my mind unraveling the complexities of my emotions. The clasped hands seemed like a fortress, guarding against the vulnerability I yearned to express. “All good,” I nodded at him. And the girl has the nerve to smile at me. In any other circumstances, I would have found it pretty, but not today, though. "Love, a potent word entwined with the unity of a single soul spanning two bodies. Some endure an eternity yearning for a mere ounce of affection, while others bask in its abundance, indifferent. Gazing at mate, I lamented, 'We often fail to grasp the value of what we possess until it slips through our fingers.”

Love is madness, now I know why I said that. But I forgot one vital information, one sided love is madness and that was what I was going through at the moment. One longs for the touch of love, the other for the touch of lust. One longs for the kiss that takes on breath away, one longs for the kiss that makes their sinful desires fulfilled. One longs to match souls, the other longs to souls to be used. One sided love is horrible and the latest trend now. I hated it, makes me sick and I think what I am experiencing right now is one sided love. A love that makes my heart bleed for the one who only wants my body to bleed for a few minutes—and that’s it.

He grasped his hair upwards and answered, “But it is the same for everyone. One-sided love exists.” My brother leaned closer and continued. “Happy ending isn’t for everyone. However, if you are lucky enough to receive the same love you have for someone else, then cherish it. Don’t make other people’s agony go in vain. Because the longer you hesitate, the longer the other people will wait. And the longer they wait, the longer they feel the pain.” He gently tapped my head. I lifted my eyes and stared at him. “You must end their one-sided love as soon as possible,” he whispered.

ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "

Dear My Lovely Pink I adopted this poem from the book by Ibn Hazm Al Andalusi entitled. Words of Love from Andalusia. You must have never read it, right? That's why I edited one for you. Read and don't cry when I'm not by your side. "'True love is not the result of a momentary process Not because of coercion But walk and bear fruit slowly Skip the long combination so that the stake is solid After a long journey, steady intention and determination

In every version of my life I could imagine, in every timeline, every world, every possible corner of the universe — it was only ever them. Just them. Fuck. Was I doomed? Because the twins — God — the twins were not in love with me. That much I was certain of. And one-sided love? Turns out it's a completely different beast when it's real. Not dramatic the way books make it. Not bittersweet and poetic. Just... heavy. Like something pressing down on your chest that you can't name and can't shake. I didn't want to be stuck in this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.