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"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.

"It's like out of nowhere, we would just find ourselves believing in things we never really gave a single fuck to begin with. We become people who are more accepting, especially of the flaws that the people we love have. We feel complete just to stand by their side." "Love," he trailed off, making her shift her whole attention to him, careful not to let the salty droplets from the corner of her eyes to spill. "Love is supposed to change you into a better you. To make you happy without any kind of reservations. It's supposed to make you, not break you." And just then, Eunae could no longer see the man clearly as her vision turned blurry. Blinking her tears away and inhaling deeply, she tried

"You are carrying a mixed blood child, nothing will happen to them, they'll have to be born no matter what, so you have to learn everything in the shortest time possible. Here have a look,’ the woman said handing over to her a book that no one had been able to read except for her for centuries. Tilda's eyes lit up when she took the book, at long last she would get the knowledge she had wanted so badly. She flipped over the first page to begin to read when the book flipped themselves the information get loaded into her head, it did so till the end of the book then it disappeared. Tilda looked up and found the woman gone, it was only her shadow from the candle that could be seen. She tried to

The light breathed love. The love was the movement. And it flowed. For the fleeting. For the boundless. For the interval. The story was not spoken. It breathed. Every day. In every rise. In every presence. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the flow. And it moved. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love. The love was the movement.

Well those are absolute lies. Everyone of us is fit to be loved... No matter our stories, our past or our present... Love is never impossible for anyone, we just have to look closely to find it... Who knows, it might just be an apartment away from you... My name is Bliss Carnap and this is where I drop my pen! . THE END

he uttered which I completely agree with. Love is, by its very nature, unfettered. It cannot be purchased, traded, or bargained in any way. You cannot force someone to love you, nor can you keep them from falling in love with you – not for any amount of money. Love cannot be caged, nor can it be regulated through statutory means. Love is not a material, it is not a property, and it is not even a viable source of energy to be sold. Love has no boundaries, no frontiers, no quantitative mass or energy production, and hence has no territory or borders. “Can you buy happiness?” I asked and I saw how his forehead creased.

He thought I hated being with him. I moved away from his hold and turned around. The desperation and helplessness clawing at my heart more and more. "You are the true dark God of Gods." I whispered as more of the book of secrets filled me. These ones seemed different than the earlier ones. I quickly crawled to the wall and leaned my head on it as I closed my eyes and basked in the book that was filling my head. "You can't love. You aren't suppose to. Only if you left the cave after me could you love. To love means to not have the ultimate power." I whispered softly as another paged revealed itself.

Somethings are only real if you believe that they are. Before you I always considered alternative lovers. I was faithful. Yet there was always a plan B. Now, even without you, neither in promise nor bodily presence, there is only my love for you. Should you evaporate as water into the sky, that will remain true for all of my days. And so now, for the first time in my life there are no plans at all... because you must be free. Love must be free. So all plans stop. It is as if my soul has stopped the search it has been on for a time that feels like forever, as if it no longer sees nor seeks a path, yet sits on soft grass upon a gentle hill. It was the simplest thing for you, with your eyes and

"Where have you been the last couple of days? The summer heat has Amanda changing clothes more frequently than usual. Go get her some new clothes, will you?" Perhaps Jonathan noticed I was sweating, for he headed back into the room and returned with an apple. He shoved it into my hand forcefully as if to compensate me for my troubles. I lowered my gaze to hide the emotions flickering through my eyes. Jonathan and I had been married for three years, yet he couldn't seem to remember how I would break out in hives if I so much as took a bite of an apple. I produced the divorce papers and held them out to him. "Let's get a divorce."

she whispers loudly, “blink twice.” Alexander laughs softly through the speaker again. I hate both of them. “Tomorrow,” Alexander says smoothly before I can disconnect. “Nine a.m. Don’t be late, sweetheart.” Then the line goes dead. I stare at my phone in disbelief. The audacity. “The sweetheart thing would absolutely work on me by the way,” Emily says helpfully. I glare at her. She drops dramatically into the chair opposite my desk. “So,” she says excitedly, “office romance?” “There is no romance.”