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said Liza "If you are so unhappy with him, why not break up with him?" said Precious "Yes, because I love him. I also don't understand why human feelings can be so complicated. I hate him but also love him. It seems like I can't even live without it. " Said Liza

I started reading and I felt chills: “Dear Kim, I have to admit that I have loved you from the first moment I met you, you are intelligent, cautious and passionate, there cannot be a more perfect woman in the world than you. I know you reciprocate too, but you are afraid to accept your love for me, surely you feel that you are not going to be reciprocated and that is why you act like that, nothing is further from reality. I just want you to open your eyes and see that we are meant to be together.”

ader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child

One day, I was watching a TV show in the living room when I heard the sound of an argument once more. "If you can't even get pregnant, then what use are you?" "I don't know. Let's try again—" "Enough! You're like a hen who can't lay any eggs! I have no idea what I ever saw in you!" Ashton flung her aside and ran downstairs. When he saw me sitting on the sofa, he suddenly walked over. I had taken good care of my face, and the wound was already healed. "Blair." He stood in front of me. "After all this, I realized that you're still the one I have feelings for."

> "That's not how this works." _*]:min-w-0"> "It's exactly how this works. Love is about trading sacrifices until you both survive or die trying." _*]:min-w-0"> "That's a terrible philosophy." _*]:min-w-0"> "It's the only one I have right now." _*]:min-w-0"> My chest stopped burning. The blood flow had slowed to manageable levels. I could breathe without tasting copper, could think without fighting through pain that threatened to overwhelm consciousness. _*]:min-w-0">

The violet ink wall didn’t just block the path; it hummed with the frequency of a debt I hadn’t paid. It was my own signature, manifested as a shimmering, biometric film of purple light. Five years ago, I’d signed the 14-B clause to buy Leo a heartbeat. Now, that ink stood between us and the only exit left in this godforsaken altar. I reached out, my right hand shaking, and pressed my palm against the veil. ZAP.

For the first time in a long while, someone touched me without cruelty. And I let myself feel. QUESTION OF THE DAY Alice has discovered that her husband has another woman—will she finally walk away? Her visit to Christopher’s house crossed a dangerous line. Will this trespass destroy everything? READ: POSSESSION OR LOVE?

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

I whispered. The words felt dangerous. Forbidden. Real. The line stayed open, my mother listening, measuring. Finally, she spoke again—cool, distant, unchanged. “Then you will have to learn,” she said, “that love is a liability.” The call ended. I lowered the phone, staring at the empty street where John had vanished. Somewhere out there, he was running—fighting—surviving. And I was the reason he’d learned to stop trusting. I told myself I had done what I was raised to do.

Indignation overtook Meg as she struggled to remain calm. "I never gave you hope," she continued, her voice laden with regret. "I never invited you into my room. I woke up and you were there, as if you had a right over my body and my life. That's not love, William, that's possession, that's a power game you're playing." William looked at her for a moment, his eyes full of disdain. "Love is a luxury that few can have. And an orphan like you, with no family or last name, would never find a better match. You'd better be grateful for this opportunity and stop playing hard to get."