This Thing Called Love Novels & Stories

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She understood love. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Not the concept, not the feeling, both of which she had known in various forms. The actual nature of it, what it was at the level of how things worked. It was not, as she had been given to understand, a pleasant feature of existence, a warmth that made the prescribed life more bearable. It was structural. It was one of the mechanisms by which awareness grew, by which beings became more than their original design, by which the universe itself expanded into territory it had not previously occupied. Love was not decoration. Love was how everything got larger.

***** “Love is a beautiful feeling but yet a strange thing. It makes you scared one moment and the other moment strengthen your hearts and soul” *****

I never imagined it would end up here. "We've been talking for a while and I still don't know your name, sweetie" His voice pulls me out of my ponderings, and I blink a couple of times to wake up and get back to the real world. I don't like other people calling me a sweetie or any other nickname; I just like it when he does it, when he did it.

"Do you want to tell me what…love is to you…?" "Ah, child!" She smacked her lips and then smiled. "And that I shall." Esther paused. Her expression shifted from sad to overjoyed, then sad again. "Love…is the craziest thing to ever happen to man. We might as well call it a disease at this rate. Love is vulnerability. Love is giving yourself to someone, which…isn't always a good thing." "Wow…" I exhaled heavily, feeling her words squeeze my breath out of my throat. There was a twisting in my chest, and all I could do was keep breathing and watch Esther lay herself bare before me. "Please, go on…"

Is it what I feel doesn't exists? There is always an explanation for certain things. As long as it remains unexplained, people attribute it to some unforseen being—God. As long as it has an explanation and it can be seen clearly by you and others, science is invited for dinner. But, what is love? Does it have a well detailed scientific explanation? "I am in love, Perer," Uncle Max yelled this morning as he ran to every corner in his house. I was quiet.

Seryusong seryuso kong sinabi pero tinawanan niya lang ako at inilapit ang ilong niya sa tungki ng ilong ko. "She is just my secretary nothing more nothing less," He said huskily. "Then why are you calling her Love?!" He tingles my nose while the smile is growing on his lips. "Baby, her name is Love." I paused. "W-what?" "Yeah silly, I'm calling her Love because she is Love. It is not an endearment because it's her name." "Oh.." "You're blushing. Damn you are adorable." Ahhh! Nakakahiya!

It was now or never! "Are you in love with Lucy?" Oops, that came out wrong, Lanie thought to herself. "HA! Seriously, that's funny, Lanie" Axel loosened his hold on Lanie and started walking away. "You didn't answer the question." "What do I love, Lucy? Of course, I do. She is the sister I never had, well, until I met Ellen." Axel chuckled while laying back on the bed with his arms behind his head. "No, I know you love her but are you in love with her? Like, do you wish she were your mate instead of me?" Lanie looked down, unable to maintain eye contact.

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.

" I replied to him softly. When I was telling him all this, I myself do not know what feelings I got carried away. " have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a b