Rumi I Choose To Love You In Silence นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When the kiss ended, I pressed my lips to his cheek. "I love you too," I whispered. I pressed my forehead to his, breathing him in, letting my tears fall freely. "I don't just love you because you're strong," I said. "Or because you chose me." "I love you in the silence you used to live in. I love you even in this mess you think is failure." My thumb brushed his knuckles. "You don't scare me, Roman. And you don't need armour with me." I brushed my thumb beneath his eye.

Love was not written for me . I was hoping to reveal publicly so that the truth could hear things .. But what I went through made me choose permanent silence, I will still run away from saying honesty... Run away from love.. And run away from you, little girl . I am not stupid, soften your eyes with silent pleading that exchanging love will be read even by my mother’s man, and after I have suffered for an entire age I cannot do it, and at the same time I cannot lose you.. It is enough to lie and deny.. If I lost you, my life would never be fine.. This makes me panic!

Ira's pov - I am silent because my love is listening to the song. I am also listening... ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ You are my destiny, I would love your company. Why are you hiding, Your soul is waiting. ooooo ooooo ooooo ooooo ____________________________ Just give me a chance baby, I would love to love you, baby. That will be a great moment when we will share a bed.

I muttered her name softly, but she only hugged me tight and burrowed her face to my chest. "Don't bring yourself to the same pain you've gone through! I love you. Can't you just love me back too?" she asked in a broken voice, making my heart ache. Ivy had never told me that she love me before. I always knew that she does, but hearing this from her makes me realize how fuck up everything is between us. I promised her marriage and the willingness to love her back, but I just can't. I can't hold on to my promise.

I responded to Javier by clearing my throat. "Do you still remember my song called 'Silent Love'?" Javier asked, I nodded spontaneously, of course I remembered. The song that Javier made 3 years ago when he was in junior high school. There is a meaning and a story behind the songs that Javier wrote. This is actually a part of Javier's past, a little sad and tragic because suddenly Javier confessed to me that he loves Hanin, yeah, my neighbor Hanin. Why did Javier title his song 'Silent Love'? Because all this time Javier loved Hanin in silence. Javier held back his feelings because he knew that Hanin and Jeno loved each other.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

Her grip on the cane firm and unwavering. Refusing to answer. Refusing to acknowledge her violation. The rage that had been sitting cold in his chest started to heat. Started to burn hotter with every second of her defiant silence. But his voice stayed quiet. Controlled. The silence stretched unbearably. Heavy. Oppressive. Dangerous. "I'm waiting," he said softly. Behind him, Carmina shifted. Her cane tapped against the floor. Then she spoke. "No one." Her voice was tight. Hard. "No one gave me permission."

She carried her silence like armor, cold and impenetrable. She left the town soon after, chasing a life that was hers alone. She worked, studied, she traveled, she buried herself in art and words. In every city she lived, she built walls around her heart, telling herself that no man could ever breach them. To love was to risk chains; to trust was to invite ruin. And yet Harry DuBois. The first time she stepped into his lounge, she hadn’t expected him. Tall, sharp, dressed with a precision that spoke of both pride and defense. His presence filled a room even when he said nothing, and his silence carried the weight of untold stories.

And as she lay in the dark, the phone glowing in her hands, she whispered into the quiet: “I love you, Daniel.” But she didn’t send it. Because some loves don’t speak in words. They speak in silence. And hope.

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.