Psychological Books About Love Novels & Stories

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

I love you," darling. I then answered, "I love you too!." “Cheers to our anniversary!” Then his lips met mine gently, slowly and full of emotion. At that moment, the fluorescent lights, the paperworks , documents , emails and files all faded. All I could think of was the feeling of the warmth of the mouth on mine , the softness of his breath, and the way he made my knees weak, giving me butter flies in my belly. I pulled back feeling shy and my cheeks flushed.

I watched her for I don't know how long, minutes or maybe longer. My heart was pounding so hard I was scared it might wake her up. The words were right there again, sitting on my tongue. I love you. Just three words and that was all. Three words that should have been easy. But every time I opened my mouth, something closed in my throat. I could feel the familiar fear of letting someone in creep in again. I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship.

"It means Max spent college analysing every decision to death, and you apparently spent the last few months analysing your relationship to death. You're perfect for each other." Max laughed as he reached for Grace's hand across the table. "Matt has a point. "We both overthink things." "The difference is that you overthink practical things like career choices and financial planning," Grace told me. "I overthink emotional things like whether our love is psychologically healthy." "And now?" Margaret enquired, clearly interested in the answer, despite her reservations about courtroom weddings. "Now I think love doesn't have to be psychologically perfect to be real and worth protecting." Mrs. Liv

But I don't need luck, nor am i a weirdo because this all curiosity and been curious is normal. I decided to consult the experts (aka G****e and self-help books) to understand this emotional rollercoaster I'm on. I devoured books like "The Art of Emotional Intelligence" by Daniel Goleman, "The Gifts of Imperfection" by Brené Brown, and "Attached" by Amir Levine and Rachel Heller I even stumbled upon some quirky ones like "The Science of Kissing" by Sheril Kirshenbaum (who knew there was a whole book about kissing?!). Armed with new knowledge, I felt slightly more prepared to tackle my emotional chaos. But, let's be real, I was still a hot mess. I needed human interaction, specifically with t

And I can say that he is telling me the truth. "In that case, what's the unique-unqiue love you said there earlier?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "You know, I'm a book worm. I love to read books, especially when it comes to love. I just read that in a book about a broken heart, and then it says there that when you don't cry or you don't you've been hurt your whole life because of someone it means you didn't really love him or he was never a part of your life. love. Because it's really part of love to hurt us and cry. Unless you're really numb or you don't feel anything, right? " the weight I felt in my chest eased a bit as he told me about what he had read in the book.

I threw my bag on the ground, falling to my bed as exhaustion filled me. Not just exhaustion from school…but the incoming one of having to speak with Caden about the project. He hadn't said a word since we were paired as partners, and I already knew he was going to make this harder than I imagined. I opened my book; the topic coming into view made my stomach twist a little. “Forbidden love in literature: Why Readers enjoy Impossible Love Stories. Shit. Of all topics, it just had to be this. I stared at the page for a long time, before opening my laptop, creating a blank document and began typing

She crawled her fingers towards it and grabbed the book. "Ok, so I am gonna read this thing. Whatever the shit it is called." Shama said taking a deep breath. She opened the book. It was written- "Love is a beautiful thing. But sometimes we don't understand if we are in love or not. So the first thing I am going to tell you is 9 signs which show you are in love. Whenever that person is around you your heart will beat fast." Shama looked down at the garden Ansh was still there. Shama's heart started beating faster. She held her hands against her heart and continued reading.

At the right hand side of the book was a written note. "I fell in love with you the first day I met you. It wasn't love at first sight. My love for you grew gradually and waxed stronger with time. Your personality, your soft hair, your beautiful eyes, your cute voice, your humor, the way you looked away and smiled, I had to walk pass again. Why do I like you? I don't have an answer for that, but I guess......" Suddenly I heard footsteps and I hurriedly tried to put back the sketch book in the drawer when the door opened. I had not finished reading it to know if it was actually for me. But it was obvious, wasn't it? I guess I wasn't the only one writing notes.

Chapter Eight: Book True love isn't buying roses, giving gifts, cuddling or kissing, but it is the feeling that blooms in your heart, it is the longing of being closer to someone, it is the desire to share and understand. People tell me it's the best feeling, but I'm scared I'm going to get trapped.