Poesía De Amor Imposible Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes. “No Rose. Open your eyes. I’m sorry. I love you so much sunshine. Don’t ever forget that. I want you to fight. Open your eyes sunshine,” I opened my eyes. “I love you princess. Keep looking at the blue sky. Keep blinking. Keep listening to my voice.”

"Bernard said you're boring in bed. He can't even stand being around you! You're older than me and nowhere near as pretty. What do you even have to compete with me?" Her flailing bravado almost made me laugh. She was there the night I ended things with Bernard, so what scene was she trying to put on now? When she saw a few passersby slow down, Vera straightened and raised her voice so everyone could hear. "You can't force a man to love you. Bernard doesn't want you. Why are you still clinging to him?" That did make me laugh. I was clinging to Bernard? It sounded more like Bernard had tried to cut her loose, and she panicked. Those photos she kept sending me might have been nothing more than

Mateo’s girlfriend didn’t understand the language between Isabela and her children —she simply reached out and wrapped an arm around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. Dreaming of becoming part of the life of that brilliant painter and architect. The sun began to hide behind the mountains, tinting the southern fields with gold and purple. The wind carried with it the whisper of a promise —the same one that had guided them there: That love, even the most impossible, can take root. That freedom, though costly, can be attained. And that, after everything, it’s always possible to start again. The queen no longer wore a crown upon her head, but even so, she would never stop being Queen

They say peach blossoms represent love, and he had always felt that this grove, these blooming flowers, symbolized his love for Nina. But now, this peach grove that represented his and Nina's love had also been burned to ashes. Thinking of this, Lucas felt as if his heart was being repeatedly scraped and cut by a rusty knife. ...Pain... such pain... how could it hurt so much? "Nina, how could you be so heartless?" Lucas knelt in the ruins, weeping uncontrollably. "I was wrong! I was truly wrong! Please give me one more chance! Please! I'm begging you!

Life is really short. We can't hold our anger so long to waste such a precious life. Clara sat there with her husband whose health is not well. She knew at that moment that wherever she could run, her destiny would be him only. Her love and care for him can never reduce even a percent.

It was as if our bodies were made for each other, our love igniting a passion that couldn't be contained. As we reached the peak of our passion, Marco's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Ti amo," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I love you too," I whispered back, my heart overflowing with emotion. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would conquer all. Nothing could ever tear us apart. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

I dread for the day when he would beg me and ask for my forgiveness then I would just turn him down and make him see that he made the biggest mistake the day he abandoned me. Of course that day never came. Perhaps, it was for the best. He was my inspiration. The love that I thought we had made me so good at creating a perfect love story. The pain that he caused me made me a stronger person. I used that pain to create an illusion of a perfect love that I was able to channel into stories that other people enjoys. I use the passion that we shared, the intimacy, the sex, the feelings, the emotions that we had. If he hadn’t left me, I don’t think that I would be the person that I am today.

I smiled, glancing down at Zoraida, who was getting bored picking at the embroidery on her dress. “To borrow from Pablo Neruda. I love you without knowing how, when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride. Therefore, I love you because I know no other way. And I never want to find another.” I concluded, putting the black gold floral enraged band onto his finger.

Parang hinahayaan niya lang akong mataranta at mas lalong nakakagulo 'yon kasi sa pagitan ng tawanan ng mga kaibigan namin, sa pagitan ng ingay ng bus at ng maagang araw na unti-unting sumisilip sa mga bintana naramdaman kong may mga pusong hindi talaga marunong maging simple. Some loves arrive in quiet prayers, Some burn like smoke in hidden airs. One feels like peace, one dares affairs, One heals the wounds, one leaves you tears. And maybe hearts were never meant for fairness, Maybe mine was built for... illicit affairs. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

He pulled his hands back from me and with a blink of an eye, he vanished in the thin air. I was flabbergasted and rubbed my eyes and then again looked in the place where he had vanished. But it was not my dream,it was real. He did vanished in front of my eyes. But how was it possible? For a man to vanish like an alien or devil. Was he anyone of them?