Sad Poetry About Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nakayakap ang isang braso nito sa kanya. "Mr. Kupido! Ako nama'y tulungan mo. Ba't hindi panain ang kanyang damdamin at nang ako ay mapansin?! Mr. Kupido! Sa kanya'y dead na dead ako. Huwag mo nang tagalan ang paghihirap ng puso kooooo!" Love never fails, rather, it grows. It grows to places we never thought exists. It blooms when the right time comes. It may not be for now, but someday, it will.

Slowly, I'm doubting my definition of love. What really is love? Love is everything. Not just contentment and pure bliss. Love is sadness and fear too. Right? “It is. It is love.” pinal kong sabi sa kaniya. Ngumiti siya sa akin. “It really is.” pag sang-ayon niya.

Just like always. Samantha curled tighter into herself, a fresh wave of tears blurring her vision. "Why do the people I love always leave?" The question burned inside her, scorching every part of her that still dared to hope. It felt like a cruel trick — to give her someone to love, to let her believe for a fleeting moment that maybe, just maybe, she could keep them — only to tear them away again, leaving her emptier than before. Her love for her mother had been innocent, unconditional — and still, it ended in loss. Her love for Struve had been fragile, desperate, hopeful — and it was ending in abandonment too. Samantha pressed her fist against her chest, as if trying to physically hold hers

, "Mamatay kana rin at walang pipigil sayo!, Humakbang ito papalayo habang umiiyak pa rin sa sakit na nararamdaman, Nilingon neto saglit ang Urn kung saan nasa loob na ang lalaking kanyang minamahal. "Why did you leave me, my love? The pain I am feeling now is incomparable. It's so unfair of you. I thought we were going to build our own family and grow old together. Just thinking that every time I wake up, you're no longer there, makes me feel like I'm going to faint from the pain. My love, I can't bear the pain anymore. Huhuhu. My love, what will I do now? How will I recover? It hurts so much. It's so painful".Huhuhu.Ipinunas neto ang mga luha sabay sabing

Niyakap niya ito ng buong higpit at masuyong hinalikan sa ulo, “Stop crying my love. I don’t wanna see you cry again. I love you at ipinangangako kong hinding-hindi na kita paiiyakin kahit na kalian. I’m sorry sa lahat ng binigay ko saiyong paghihirap ng kalooban. Promise, babawi ako saiyo.” Pinagpapalo nito ang dibdib niya saka umiiyak na sumubsob duon, “Akala ko di na mangyayari pa ang sandaling ito,” mahinang sabi nito sa kanya, “Wala yatang minuto na di kita naiisip. God, halos tawagin ko na ang lahat ng santo para dumating ang araw na ito. Akala ko hindi na pinakinggan ng Diyos ang mga dasal ko. Mahal na mahal kita, Matt at wala akong ibang lalaking minahal na gaya ng pagmamahal n

"What do you mean?" "Pakiramdam ko pinaparusahan ni Sanya yung sarili niya. Noon pag nasasaktan siya nakakaya niya pero ngayon siguro sa sobrang napuno na ng sakit at hindi niya na matago, I've never seen her so broken like how she was broken when she thought that Adam cheated on her and that he doesn't want her anymore, totoo nga pala talaga yung sinabi nila na love can make or break you." "Masyado mong iniisip lagi yung ibang tao, paano naman ikaw?"

sabi niya at tumayo sa swivel chair. Love is a self-destructive instrument that devours mankind. "Pero wala naman akong pakialam kahit mamatay sila, they die and I gain profit," sabi niya at tumawa. "Hinihiling ko nga na mamatay na sana kayong lahat para mawala na ang tanga at bobo sa mundo para tanging katalinuhan lang ang maghahari sa buong mundo at wala ng tanga-tangang mga tao."

Pagkatapos ng banal na liturhiya ay isinunod agad ang sagradong sakramento ng matrimonya. "I was wrong thinking that forever is impossible. Because every minute I spent with you could never equal even ten thousand forever that this life can offer. You melted this heart and make it bleed in so much love that I don't know how to live my life anymore without you in it. I love you so much, Julie Martinez Andromida. Not even death can separate you from me."

Sabay kindat. Paki pulot nga po ng puso ko, mukhang nakawala sa hawla eh! Naramdaman ko na naman ulit ang pag init ng aking pisngi na sigurado akong kasing pula na ng kamatis ngayon. Iba ang isang Lucas, shutek!

halata ang sakit at iritasyon sa boses nito. Fck. Paano ko ba sasabihin dito na sobra ko itong mahal? At hindi iyon nakakabuti para sa aming dalawa? Na sa halip na maging masaya kami ay kabaligtaran no'n ang nangyayari? How I wanted to be him. How I wanted to heal him. Hindi nito alam kung gaano ang kagustuhan kong gawin ang mga bagay na 'yon para rito. But my love for him is like a poison; it keeps on making me feel vulnerable and weak. It keeps on hurting us both. Instead of making me feel alive, it keeps on killing me and burning me down to the core.