The Pursuit Of Love の小説・ストーリー

“You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself to get attention from the other party.” “So sweetheart. Pursue your dreams and wait for the right one to come. But if it don’t eventually come. Then know it wasn’t meant to be. I only hope you don’t end up bitter like me.” At the word ‘bitter’, she released her from the hug and spoke into her eyes. “I know you’ll find your better half soon. I’m sure you would.” “Thanks mum.” They hugged once more briefly and afterwards washed the dishes before departing to their

Listening to the fast beats, he was feeling the urge to dance, but he seemed quite bothered. His eyes looked around the room as if searching for someone. He slipped in among the crowd and was looking at everyone's face. The energetic youngsters tossed out empty bottles on the floor. Few of them were hopping high holding and sipping a bottle of liquor. Jake felt quite bored and he sighed. He felt a warm and soft hand clenching his arm and he turned to see Leila grinning at him and he grinned at her. Jake kissed her on her lips and held her waist and pulled her closer to him, "where were you? I have been looking for you."

My mission in life is to find my true love. This is the story of how I fell in love for the first time and how it changed my whole life. They say a true love story never ends. Let's see how mine goes, shall we? 'Cuz the players gonna play play play And the haters gonna hate hate hate But I am just gonna shake shake shake Shake it off Shake it ...' I turn off my alarm clock and groan, "Ugh... Just five more minutes." I close my eyes and drift off to dreamland again.

Melissa wondered what leverage the girls could have on Shane, since he was such a simpleton. “Anyway, thank you for coming. I don’t know what would have happened if I were to hang around much longer with them,” Shane continued. Melissa smiled. She also wanted to see Shane’s face. It has been so long so she was sure that what she felt for him was true. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she knew that she was most likely in love with him. She also knew that his heart belonged to her sister, so she couldn’t exactly make a move on him. She knew that rejection was imminent.

I wished to study well and become a scientist but I got trapped in the illusion of love and lost everything I had, my present, and my future too. Love like a well of fire, Burns you to the core, Once blinded by love, Reality you seek, no more. While you are lost, In sweet passion, Success walks out, Without compassion. Yet it holds to man, Greatest attraction. Thousands sacrificed Without hesitation.

Lydia mode activated. “Love and death,” I said slowly, “are things that find you at the right time. They’re not things you need to chase.” I saw her lean in slightly. I continued. “So to every young woman out there trying to succeed, remember this… success is something you work for. You build it. You fight for it. But love… real love… you don’t have to pursue it the same way.” I paused, then added, “And no, I don’t believe you have to forfeit one for the other.”

The stakes were so high that I couldn’t see life after the results, if I let them down. Love with its yearning to be accepted in the first place, and to remain accepted thereafter is good as long as it doesn’t get entangled with pursuits like exams. Spontaneous as love is, I couldn’t do anything to subdue it. Snippets of moments imagined with Maina kept coming back at weird hours: while making Social Studies notes, while trying to figure out the theorems of Geometry, while reading La Belle Dame Sans Merci from the Alternative English textbook. I felt more inclined to write poems myself, rather than structuring the answers to reference-to-context questions from the poems in syllabus. Progress

Wednesday paused dramatically, "—chasing love." "Chasing love?" Iniko's nose scrunched up in confusion. "How do you chase love? Do you run after it?" "Sometimes," Wednesday said philosophically. "Sometimes you run after it, sometimes it runs after you, and sometimes you both run in circles like confused puppies until you crash into each other." "That sounds exhausting," Iniko observed. "It absolutely is. But also fun. Like a really complicated game of tag." Wednesday's voice turned thoughtful. "You know, speaking of chasing love, maybe while I'm at it, I should chase some for your mama too. She could use a good love chase."

“Don't say such things, my love. The marriage was over before it even started.” “No, Craig. I don't want to be called a homewrecker. Go to your wife. I don't deserve you.” Craig shook his head, kissing her, “I understand you had to obey your father's wish in studying abroad and it's not your fault. I am not letting you slip away from me this time, Emily Lawson, soon to be Emily Gibson…” He pressed his lips against her cheek, kissing her passionately while a moan escaped her mouth. “Mmm.. but..but..”

Because lies always arrive faster than truth. That night, alone in her room, Diamond sat on her bed and whispered to the air, “Why do people create rooms inside themselves that others are not allowed into?” Her heart answered softly. Because hiding feels safer than choosing. She stared at the ceiling. Josh still loved her. She knew that. But love didn’t stop him from collecting lives like souvenirs. He didn’t want one world. He wanted many. And Diamond was finally seeing the shape of the one he never showed her.