This Thing Called Love Novels & Stories

Those questions kept popping up in the heart of Rail who was one hundred percent very confused by the word LOVE. "How can you like me? Because of love?" Rail asked, and the question made the girl's face turn red. He placed his hand on the girl's shoulder, "Tell me, is it all because of a creature called love?" Asked Rail, he was very curious about Love, and he thought Love was a living being that has the power to influence everyone to say Love.

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”

Why call her anything else when she has a name so beautiful? Every day I find myself more in love in with her. Every day that passes by draws me closer to her. Over the last so many days that we have been talking, I have been meaning to ask her what I mean to her, if I do mean anything at all. I want to ask her whether she sees me as a potential boyfriend, but I will not, because I don’t believe in the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. These terms are too frivolous and are just used to introduce people. I believe more in the word ‘soulmate’. It makes so much sense. When you’re in love, it’s meant for life, isn’t it? If not, then what defines love? A cup of coffee shared together? A drink?

she answered. “ I don't really care cause I can just watch it on my phone,” he said. “ Then keep quiet and let me watch the movie in peace. Can't you see that the handsome male lead is about to kiss the female lead?,” she replied. “Love... Kiss... S*x... That's what you all ladies know,” he said. Sonia stood up and put Sammy on the chair. Then she stalked towards him. Jayden gulped and steered his wheelchair backwards.

"What do we call that thing between a man and a woman?" "Well... love is a heterogeneous term, which means there are different types of love depending on one's context of speech. The one spoken of by the preacher in today's sermon is called agape love. It's God's unconditional love towards mankind, that he loved us before we loved him and offered his son to die for us. We ought to also extend this love towards others in form of charity, goodwill, and sharing God's word with them. The other type of love is that which exists between family members, the natural love that makes parents love their kids to death and likewise kids to their parents and amongst themselves. This type of love is called

Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what's going to happen. It's one of the most beautiful things in life, but it's one of the most terrifying. It's worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories. -Ariana Grande * * * CALLIE

This is love, the elusive thing that I never expected to feel because I never understood until now that it was all out of my control. I didn’t realize that love wasn’t something you consciously did, as if you could decide where and when, and with who. But love is something that happens to you when you least expect it. It just creeps up on you and takes you over, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. No way to stop it from happening, and with its beauty and power, why would you want to?

I let out a silent breath too. "Alicia, listen. Sometimes in life, we do not have the power to choose the kind of people we want to meet everyday, or the kind of person with the perfect personality and physique we want to fall in love with. And it is perfectly okay, because we live in a world where there are millions of people we bump into everyday, and love, well, the concept of love is a phenomenon that is seen or described in many different ways by different people. It's kind of like a colour spectrum. Beautiful, but also unpredictable."

It happened every time she was over emotional and sometimes had to calm herself down to be able to talk. “Have you told him?” “Told him that I d…don’t love him?” queried Rhea puzzled. “Yes dumbo!” “Errm no I never even had the chance. But wouldn’t you think it obvious by the way I’m acting? I mean if I loved him back, aren’t I supposed to appear more willing than I am actually?” she asked clearly surprised that her friend would ask her such irrelevant questions. “Oh, I don’t know. Love is not always rational,” said Zoey enigmatically and when Rhea looked at her friend with a frown, she continued. “Who knows? Maybe he loves you so much that he is still hoping that you might change your mind.”

They simply… open themselves. They offer the Anti-Chorus the one thing it cannot comprehend. Not our love. Theirs. Their own, newly-born, fragile, and utterly illogical love for us. It is not a grand passion. It is a quiet, bewildered affection. The fondness of a student for a frustrating teacher. The protective urge of a guardian for a chaotic charge. The simple, unquantifiable gratitude for being shown a door they never knew existed. It is a love that has no name, no category, because it is too new. It is a sapling, not an oak.