Poems On One Sided Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You know, there was a time when I used to think same as you. I was ready to do anything just to receive some affection from Adonis. A few words of love would have enough for me but it never came until I realized that he was never mine.” “You want me to leave him?” She asked in a shaking voice. “No, I am just telling you to love yourself more. Love is a very beautiful feeling but when it is one sided, believe me there’s no other worst feeling. It gives us a constant ache in our hearts and we ignore other valuable things or people in our lives who may also be a reason of our happiness.” “You are right, Regina but I can wait for him for a few years more. Maybe he’ll change because he has no ot

him come morning. She was crazy in love. Then again, when was love sensible? Love was the most important thing on earth that didn't make any sense.. It burned you, and inflamed you, and then made you whine saying it's cold. Who can escape from the threads of fate? Who can escape from the destruction of blind love? She knew that engaging in one sided relationship was like walking on mined land. Playing with death. But she would walk barefoot on that same mined land to get to him every time, hoping that at the end of the way, she would reach him without being completely destroyed.

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

She said, and cast her eyes down, shaking her head. I could see her mood swing from one of hope to one that was reflective. She thought deeply. She remained silent for close to a minute before she spoke again. “Grandson,” she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest.

I didn't know what was his facial expression right now, but all I knew was, I was happy and I wanted to thank him. I didn't wanna lose a friend like him. But I felt like I wanted him by my side more than a friend but I couldn't ask for more. Him, right here beside me was enough. I didn't wanna ruin our friendship just because of this one-sided love of mine, I sighed.

When Uncle Christopher found out, he severed all ties with the Linds and hasn't spoken to her since. I let out a quiet hum in response. Then, I asked Zoe how she'd been. She said she was fine before steering the conversation back to Christopher. "Willow, about Uncle Christopher… Do you really think it's over between you two? I mean, I saw how you were together for four years. It's just such a shame to see it end like this." My tone sharpened. "Love is built on loyalty, Zoe. It's not something you share. Could you accept your partner constantly hurting you because of someone else?"

His eyes sparkled with reflections of the aurora, as beautiful as the sky itself. "I love you deeply and devoutly, in a way I have never felt for anyone else. You are the light in my life, driving away the shadows of my past. Since our reunion, there hasn’t been a moment when I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with you... "I wonder if you’d give me this chance to hold your hand and walk through life together?" Before he could finish speaking, Jessica extended her hand toward him. She nodded while crying, saying, "I will."

She is the only person who understands me and has always listens to me. Sometimes I feel like I should just go and hug her so tightly that she cannot breath. One sided love is most painful thing in the world. Yesterday, when we were having dinner I say they were holding hand, my all senses become numb. I want to spend my every night with her and wake up with her every night for rest of my life. I could not eat anymore. All I could think of crushing Josh’s hand. I am sitting here in this bar with shots of vodka while thinking of her scent still lingering in my mind. She was looking world’s most beautiful girl.

They press together, soul on soul, and trade their wounds for sleep. One speaks in sighs, the other still, yet both are saying stay. For love like this—without disguise— won’t ever drift away.

Only remembered. Only loved. And in that love, I live forever. The rejected moon was never broken. It was only waiting to be seen. ---