Sana Dalawa Ang Puso Ko นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I think I am losing my mind." "What makes you think this?" I told her everything. About Hope. About Matthew. About not knowing what was real. She listened without judgment. "Let me ask you something," she said when I finished. "Okay." "Do you feel love when you think about this baby?" "Yes." "Do you feel fear when you think about your husband?" "Yes." "Then maybe your heart knows the truth even when your head is confused." "But what if my heart is wrong?" "Hearts are rarely wrong about love and fear."

I missed you. I’m sorry. I’m here. I still love you.

would it? Harper's soul recoiled from the words being spoken around her. She heard them as though from underwater, the roaring tide of grief and fear drowning out all else. She stared blindly as Brenna pressed a tissue into her frozen hands. Images flashed like lightning - the shy boy who'd stolen her heart, their unborn baby's tiny grave, a mountain cabin littered with ruined dreams. Joy and sorrow, forever intertwined. Was this how their story ended?

Pakanta-kanta pa ko habang ang mga daliri'y busy sa kaka type sa keypad at ang mangkok ng canton ay nasa lap ko. “’Cause now there ain't no letting you go. Am I falling in love with the one that could break my heart?” "Dua's ass is probably shaking right now.” "Holy!"Muntik kong maibagsak ang bowl na hawak. Sapo ang dibdib, umikot ako."Prince Liam kayo pala—" S***a! Panga ko ba ‘yong bumagsak at nabasag sa sahig? O, yung puso ko. He’s freaking hot.

'Di pa ba sapat ang sakit at lahat Na hinding hindi ko ipararanas sa'yo Ibinubunyag ka ng iyong mata Sumisigaw ng pagsinta More and more people are dancing. Hope everyone is happy. I hope everyone has the courage to say how they feel. Ba't 'di pa patulan Ang pagsuyong nagkulang Tayo'y umaasang Hilaga't kanluran Ikaw ang hantungan At bilang kanlungan mo Ako ang sasagip sa'ýo There is a student who confesses his feelings for his crush. The woman answered yes and the two hugged. Ouch, is this destiny? Face to face?

Apalled Nero decided to talk at that very moment. "I will not find my mate, Sharon is the only woman for me. I love her when she smile, when she cry, when she talk and even when she try to ignore me. The every fiber of my being is in love with her. I had tried to control my feeling toward her but I can't. I simply can't. All my emotion just explodes within me everytime she is around me." Gordon could no more help the tears he has been holding since morning to fall down his cheeks.

ARIADNE'S P.O.V They said love is the most magical thing you will experience in life. That everyone has a soul mate that will stay by your side forever. The one who will fight for you and will love you until their last breath. But why am I hurting like this? It's so heavy to carry.

“If you don't have anything important to tell me, you'd better go out. I want to sleep.” Candy didn't know where she got the courage to speak again, because she felt that her whole body had lost its strength and couldn't even have the power to open her mouth. “Can I stay longer? I just want someone with me.” Candy looked at Kenneth, this time the emotion in her eyes was sadness. ‘Maybe Camille Ramirez and he fought because of me that made him sad.’ Candy whispered. "What did you say?" he asked calmly as he spoke. “No. nothing. All right, I'll just get dressed first.”

“And you said marriage… children…? James nodded. “Darling, I can’t promise you I’d be the easiest man to live with. I’d get it wrong most of the time and make a mess of things, but there’s something I can promise you… You’ve got my heart and soul for eternity. I love you… I’ll always love you. No matter what.” “Oh, James...” Audrey didn’t know she was crying until he brushed the tears from her cheeks. “Why didn’t you say it before? I’ve been thinking all sorts of things… I thought you wanted to finish it.”

My heart is out of my mouth, following the cigarette down into the traffic, and some detached part of my mind is wondering if I’ll hit a street vendor cart, a pedestrian, or just pavement and thinking, scream on the way down so you don’t kill anybody, but they haven’t dropped me, they haven’t dropped me, and that’s good, that means they want to talk. I wriggle a little, try to turn my head and get a look at my assailants, but one leg slips through the grip a few inches, so I give up. Somehow my heart that should be splattered like a tomato on the sidewalk for falling out of my mouth is still stampeding in my chest. “What you want with Sammy Fong, dickhead?” A Chinese accent. I can’t pull eno