Novel & Cerita The Opposite Of Love Is Indifference

She left me for Micah all those years over money, and I was bitter about it. "But when you died and truly disappeared, I realized you were always the one I loved most in this world. I didn't care if you were a fake heiress. What can I do to get back what I lost? "Addy, after everything, I finally understand that my love was for you. I made so many mistakes, and I don't expect your forgiveness. I just wish I could talk to you and our daughter every day." He only hated me because he thought I was just like Micah, who had also taken someone else's rightful place?

"If it had so little power, leaving would be easy. It wouldn't be so hard to let go and forget." Emma watched as Eric spoke. She wasn't still im support of all that he was saying and her ideologies about love are not going to change. "Love gives life so much colour, why don't you see it that way." "If you say love breaks. It mends even the worst of all heart. So, don't say it doesn't mend." "If you say so," Eric said. "Not if I say so, that's what it is." "Stop fighting love, Eric. It comes like a thief in the night, you never expect it to show up but it does."

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No matter what obstacles you face, if you have love in your heart, you can overcome them. Aurora sat silently beside Derek with her hand firmly grasping his. The words about love conquering all seemed to resonate within her, as if they were speaking directly to her heart. She looked over at Derek, his strong features illuminated by the moonlight, and felt a warmth spread through her. She leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling safe and protected in his embrace.

Chris buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling as if his entire world had crumbled around him. Once upon a time, the mere sight of his pain would've been unbearable to me. But now, as his suffering lay bare before me, my heart remained untouched. It was then that I realized how stark the line between love and indifference could be. "Stop saying you love me. It sounds painfully ironic. Your love is something I no longer need or desire. Have you seen my new home? It's small and modest, and with my meager salary, it'll take years to afford a house of my own.

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

She knew that I could kill her, but she always said things that would challenge me. "Is that all? Someone who will treat you well and you'll love?" "And what else should it be?" "I don't know, many things. For example, money, power." She smirked. "You have money and power now, do you think I'm happy?" Her words made me quiet. She wasn't saying this to anger me; she was genuinely asking. Damn, I don't even know why I started this conversation. "No." She smiled at me. "See? You can't buy love with money or power. When someone loves another, they respect them, treat them well, and trust them. That's love. I want to be happy."

And in this transitory world, decisiveness is a factor for survival. And perhaps the opposite of love is not hate but rather indifference and somewhere in between, in the spherical or planar intersection of chance, is where we find ambivalence. Ambivalence then is this betweenness that typically defines our inability to be definite. Once caught in this jargon, one’s only chance of survival is, again, to decide for one’s own sake. And for most of the times, heartaches would momentarily increase insurmountably before time finally takes charge to dissipate the impact of collision.

>>"If I had a flower for every time I think about you and how much I miss you, then I would be walking forever in an endless garden." <<"To me, the brightest and most colorful garden looks dull and dreary without you in it." >>"I’m trying to think of something I rather be doing than making out with you ... I got nothing". << "What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you. Hahah!" >>"If I was there u would find out what it really means to be cozy under the covers *wink*" <<"I have so much to do, but I keep getting distracted thinking about u"

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.