Novel & Cerita Possessive In Relationship Meaning

diretsong sagot nito sa akin. Bigla naman ako nakaramdam ng pagkahiya dahil sa sinabi niya, ibig sabihin ba nun ay maaaring alam na rin ng iba pang mga katulong dito ang tungkol sa amin ni Alex? “Ganun na ba kahalata?” tanong ko sa kaniya “OO, pero hayaan mo na alam mo namang tanggap ko ang relasyon niyo eh” nakangiting saad nito sa akin

Sabay kaming papasok, sabay kaming sasakay sa elevator, at alam kong mas magiging mahigpit ang mga mata niya sa akin pagkatapos ng mga binitawan niyang salita kagabi. “Hindi ko ugaling mag-share ng kung ano ang nasa teritoryo ko.” Kinilabutan na naman ako nung maalala ko 'yung bulong niya habang nakakorner ako sa may kusina. Bakit ba kasi kailangan niyang maging ganoon ka-possessive? Co-parenting contract lang ang pinasukan ko, hindi marriage contract.

“He was with you at the bar once, right? Do you think I forgot that? The way he stood next to you, acting like he had the right?” “Anthony…” Mahina ang boses ko, pero ramdam ko ang pagkahigpit ng hawak niya sa kamay ko sa ilalim ng mesa. “Wala ’yon. He’s just a friend. Nothing more.” “Friend?” Umiling siya. “No man looks at a woman like that if he’s just a friend.” Napairap ako ng mata. “You’re being possessive again.” He didn’t even deny it. “Yes. Because you’re mine. And I don’t like sharing you with anyone—even his gaze.”

Nakatitig lang ako sa kanya nang walang emosyon. Alam kong wala ako sa lugar para magselos dahil wala naman kaming relasyon ni Damon. Walang label ang relasyon namin. We sleep together, and I stay at his condo. That's it. Wala akong karapatang makaramdam ng ganito pero hindi ko mapigilan. Parang ayaw kong may ibang babaeng lumalapit sa kanya. Lalo na ang modelong 'yun?! Damn her! I'm possessive, and I fucking admit it.

"Ipinagtatanggol mo ba siya? Baby, I'm doing this for you. I'm doing this for our relationship. You changed— "I didn't changed! Ako pa rin ito, Jarred! Parang wala na akong kalayaan eh! You too possessive!" bulyaw niya na ikinagulat nito at bahagyang napaatras. "Baby, sorry hindi ko sinasadya na may masabing hindi maganda." anito at hinawakan siya sa siko

Possessive. “You listen to me carefully,” mababa niyang sabi. Huminto halos ang paghinga ko sa intensity ng boses niya. “I don’t care what they print.” Humigpit ang hawak niya. “I don’t care what they say.” His eyes locked onto mine. “You’re mine.” Not ownership. Not control. Certainty. Trust. The kind that survives even betrayal narratives. At doon muntik na akong bumigay.

"Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you. May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years, May happiness be your companion and your days together be good and long upon the earth." "The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipa

"Why not when someone's obviously hitting on my girlfriend?!" I sighed stressfully. One of the downsides of this relationship was his unreasonable possessiveness. Halos kaladkarin na niya ako patungo sa parking lot ng University kung saan ang sasakyan niya. I kept on pulling my hand off him but it was too firm! "Chazz!" daing ko nang halos ibagsak niya ako sa backseat. He's being petty and brutal right now. I gritted my teeth as I watched him drive to a remote area of the school.

bulong ko. "Siguraduhin mo lang, ha?" "Opo. Ang selosa naman ng mahal kong 'yan." "Hmfpt! 'Di, noh? 'Di ba pwedeng. . . possessive lang?" "Fvck."

Pinunasan niay ang luha sa pisngi nito na patuloy sa pag-agos at ngumti sa dalaga. “Now, you’re mine. At alam na ng lahat ‘yon. Everyone knows who owns you, Crystal.” Ngumiti ito sa kanya. “Aren’t you that possessive?” “I am.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I am just guarding what’s mine.” "Hmm..." She smiled. Hinila nito ang kanyang tie at ngumiti. "My posessive ex-husband?" "Not an ex anymore." Pareho silang natawa. Whatever it is, as long as she's his, he's fine being called possessive. Because that is who he is. Territorial.