Sakitnya Mencintai Dalam Diam 소설 & 이야기

As I stare at Damien I hear his breathing getting louder meaning he's deep asleep, reaching my hand up I run my fingers against his face. I slowly work my way to his head, my fingers massage his head and I swear it's making him smile. "You're asleep aren't you?" I whisper, my face lying very close to his "you can't even hear me right now" I take my hand away and lay still. "You want to hear something fucking stupid?" I continue, not caring about what's gonna come out of my mouth I say "I think I'm in love with you, no actually I know I am, and before this very moment I have never been able to admit that out loud to anyone, not even myself." I should really shut the fuck up and let him sleep

The subtle paleness of her complexion and the frailty of her form were eclipsed by the unwavering determination that flickered in her eyes. In the face of these daunting challenges, Larry and Sophia's love not only endured but thrived. It was a love that had been tested by the crucible of illness, and instead of faltering, it had emerged stronger and more profound. Their journey became an intimate dance, a choreography of shared glances, whispered reassurances, and the gentle touch of intertwined hands that spoke of a connection transcending the physical realm.

Parang hinahayaan niya lang akong mataranta at mas lalong nakakagulo 'yon kasi sa pagitan ng tawanan ng mga kaibigan namin, sa pagitan ng ingay ng bus at ng maagang araw na unti-unting sumisilip sa mga bintana naramdaman kong may mga pusong hindi talaga marunong maging simple. Some loves arrive in quiet prayers, Some burn like smoke in hidden airs. One feels like peace, one dares affairs, One heals the wounds, one leaves you tears. And maybe hearts were never meant for fairness, Maybe mine was built for... illicit affairs. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Maybe he’s still there in the way he watches when he thinks no one notices. In the way he reacted when I got sick. In the way he loses control over things he claims don’t matter. But it doesn’t change anything. Because caring in silence… isn’t the same as choosing someone. And love— Love isn’t supposed to feel like this. It’s not supposed to hurt like this. Not constantly. Not endlessly. Not without reason. I exhale slowly, my gaze drifting toward the window, though I don’t really see anything beyond it. Just the reflection of someone I barely recognize anymore.

Damien continued, his tone softening, “We are fated. Soulmates. We have always been meant for each other. We are too destroyed, too toxic for anyone else.” Ronan let those words settle. After a moment, he asked as his voice low, “What is it like? Being in love with someone you can’t be with?” Damien’s smile turned sombre while his eyes were reflecting a lifetime of pain. “It’s like… you can’t breathe, even when there is all the oxygen in the world around you. Like you are suffocating in a room full of people you love because the only one you want isn’t there. It’s like everything is dead. You are dead, but you can’t bring yourself to cut the thread of life that’s left.”

It felt like space. He opened his notes app, just to write one last thing not for her, not for anyone, but for himself. [Draft — Not Posted] There’s a version of love that never turns bitter. The kind that ends quietly, leaving behind echoes instead of scars. I think that’s what we had. Not perfect. Not easy. But real. I hope she knows that her silence said more than any reply could. That I heard it and it sounded a lot like peace. — K.

Just the fact that a stranger was following her made her more cautious. Sira put earphones in her ears. She happened to miss hearing the old romantic poems that Damian had previously played. "I miss him, does Damian miss me too?" Sira muttered softly. Only her own ears could hear. But Sira tried to deny all her feelings. She only missed Damian's attention before, nothing more. Love in Limited Time, Under a bright blue sky, I saw you from a distance. Time stands still, we don't speak, There's only the gentle trill of a heart.

I wanted nothing more than to see him heal, to witness the return of the vibrant, passionate man I fell in love with. In the quiet solitude of his room, our sanctuary from the world, a sense of peace settled upon us. It was as if the worries and anxieties that plagued him were momentarily silenced, replaced by a shared understanding that we were in this together. Our connection, deeper than words, spoke volumes as our eyes met, communicating a multitude of emotions.

He was still sound asleep, his lashes kissing the apples of his cheeks and hiding those grey eyes she loved so much. This would be the bit in the story when all her pain miraculously disappeared as she looked at the man she’d fallen in love with…but no. Dianna wished it was that easy. She wished a magic penis could take away all her pain, or an earth-moving orgasm could heal her defective body. She may have moments while in the throes of passion where her pain receded, but there was nothing and no one who could take it away completely. And she was okay with that.

His head tilted slightly upward, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers written somewhere above him. Or maybe… Avoiding looking at me. “You know…” I shifted closer, my voice softer now, careful, “you can share with me.” No response. Only silence. Long. Stretching. And just when I thought he wouldn’t speak— “I am unable to love anyone.” His voice. Low. Rough. Unfamiliar in its vulnerability. “I am unable to protect anyone.” Each word landed heavier than the last. “No one should love me.” My chest tightened. “Wherever I go… I make their lives miserable.”