The Opposite Of Love Is Indifference Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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."

He told her,she was a loser in this love but love isn't something we could control, the heart controls us. "Can we stop loving ?" He asked He told her he just can't stop loving her,he has been asking his heart to but it refused. The best he could do was to wait till his heart falls for another one. "If I were you,I would end the relationship. Not because I've stopped loving him but to save myself from looking pathetic, you'll still have that pride. I ended it,he didn't". he told her. Thomas told Ciara it was obvious to everyone that she loved him more,he said he wasn't comfortable with the topic, he didn't like to be nosy but he said a lot,so much that she felt like crying. He spoke to her b

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.

Desperate for not getting hurt, desperate for comfort, for the love she never got but deserved. "Shut up you should face the consequences. Maybe you will learn to think before doing anything. You should learn your lesson. You should meet the consequences of your actions." He replied with cold and harsh tone. A tone that will bring mob-bosses to their knees let alone a little girl. "No plea.." End of flashback... "Ma'am I brought you your files and a cup of tea." Said Lia as she entered my room. I rolled down my sleeve and nodded. Brushing past the memories of my younger self.

Love is considered to be both positive and negative, with its virtue representing human kindness, compassion, and affection, as “the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another. It also has its vice representing human moral flaw, akin to vanity, selfishness, and egotism, as potentially leading people into a type of mania or obsessiveness. This diversity of uses and meanings combined with the complexity of the feelings involved makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, compared to other emotional states.

I could barely breathe because of too many emotions swirling inside me. But in the end, I decided to cut everything before I could say anything further that would hurt me more than him. “I want to go home.” He didn’t say anything but he complied. He started the car and drove away. Good. I kept my face to the window. My crying had stopped. And yet, something in me had gone quiet in a different way. They say the opposite of love is hatred. They are wrong. It’s indifferent. And this was exactly what I wanted to feel at the moment. And yet, it still stung.