Theory Of Love 소설 & 이야기

“My darling, I didn’t know.” His voice was low and filled once again with love “I tend to think the worst due to my past.” Matthew sits up put his arms around me pulling me to his lap. “I didn’t know if he would answer and you didn’t let me explain. I’m telling you now, I won’t put up with being treated as if you don’t trust me. I’m sure we’ll have arguments like everyone else. I’ll match your toe to toe.. but I must have trust.” Matthew pulled me close and kissed me. It was a good but short kiss. Then he simply held me. Words don’t speak as loud as actions. I know his love his true.

I took a deep breathe and exhaled. "Look there!" he pointed "...In the place where the water meets the sky, is the love that surrounds us as everyday goes by. Even in joyfulness, even in times we cry, our love will never stop but will keep on rolling by". He looked at me then continued "...in the place where the seashore meets the bay, is the love that abounds us through the heat in every ray. The sun may go down, but at the end of the day; the flaring shades of love will always have to stay..."

The switch up was alarming, and she felt stupid, because she had seen the signs, but threw them all into reckless abandon as usual—because of love. Things were becoming clearer to Kiara now and, as much as she hated to admit the truth, she knew. She knew that Love would be the death of her.

I sigh and stand up to walk across the room to grab a glass of water from off the table, "I miss the times when mom and dad used to be around almost all the time." "Yeah me too." She agrees. "Mom literally didn't know when I started my period." I widen my eyes and gulp the glass of water down before looking around the room awkwardly, "Uh..I don't think you should talk about stuff like that to guys." She chuckles, "Are you kidding? You're literally my best friend. Best friends share everything with each other." she tells me. Most of the times, she uses the words,literally,basically,technically,practically,theoretically and a few more in most of her sentences. Something I've become used to.

After that, they went to enjoy their love, when they went out and Esau was going to leave Tere at home, Tere said to him: -No, no Esau, leave me here, I'll take a cab, this can never happen again. -Yes, I know, but this is stronger than us. -Look, Esau, I'm not leaving my husband for anything in the world. -Yes, I understand, I won't leave my wife either. -Then this can't happen again, yes, I know we still love each other, but from the beginning, it was an impossible love. -Yes, yes, it's ok, I just want to ask you one thing, just one thing, Tere. -Yes, what is it.

Luliyah didn't know why Kelvin called her. "I miss you..." Kelvin suddenly muttered. His inner voice was a little hoarse from the phone. The voice hypnotized Luliyah. Luliyah gasped as she stretched on the bed. Did she hear it correctly? Did Kelvin just say that he miss her? Why did Kelvin miss her suddenly? They were not lovers. They were just two people who didn't know know each other, bound by marriage because of their respective needs. They were not a couple who loved each other.

“Oh fuck off, Deus!” “Just listen to someone who has been around the bend, crown jewel. Love is not a claim. It is a give and take, a push and a pull, like that of a child on a swing set, tucked away into the gentle influence of gravity. Just as angels are bound to fall, so are we all bound to fall in love.” “What do you know about love?” I challenge. “Seven husbands' blood on your hands in the name of desire? Is that how you measure want?”

“You’re not objects. You’re not backup options. And if I keep stringing this out trying to figure out my feelings, that’s exactly what you start to become.” The room was very quiet. Marcus spoke first, which surprised me. He wasn’t usually the first. “Who said anything about equal?” I looked at him. “Love isn’t a fixed amount that gets divided by the number of people,” he said. “It’s not a pie. You don’t love someone less because you love someone else too.” He met my eyes. “My mother loved three kids. She didn’t love any of us a third of what she would’ve loved an only child.”

We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it. When you talk about love it does not necessarily mean to love your wife or her husband but to love your neighbor that's what love is, I believe in love because I already love wha