Tulisan Love Yourself 소설 & 이야기

Have you felt the pain felt by Hyun Ki? See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

“Ganoon ko siya kamahal.” I don’t know how my tears are formed inside my eyes. Sa kaniya nanggaling ang mga salitang iyon. Love isn’t selfish. Iyon ang pag-ibig na meron siya. Hindi perpekto pero hindi din makasarili. Pero sa kabila non ay naiwan pa din siya. Iniwan. Sinaktan.

Song: Love Yourself ( Main song in her newly released album and the most loved) Verse 1: When you settled down with your one true love, it really hurt so bad, But now I know that the best decision I made was letting you go, I never realized how much I hated the merry-go-round you put me on, I moved mountains without you, Rising up a thousand times without you and realizing that your relevance has always Been a mirage, Bridge: I'm sticking to the plan that says I can do anything, Which includes being the love of my life,

Love Love ~.............................~

Anyway I bet it's because you are not woman enough to cli___. "Shh." I interrupted him as I heard a familiar song playing.. "Wha___ "Shh." I interrupted him again as I made out the song playing before I joined in, singing along.

Then she slowly lifted her gaze to his — eyes soft, vulnerable, shining like she was speaking her truth for the first time. “I want a guy to show me myself,” she murmured, voice trembling with honesty. “I want him to love me so deeply I’m not afraid to show him how ugly I can be.” Her fingers clung to the fabric on his chest. “I want him to show me scars I never knew I had… but I don’t want him to make them go away.” A shaky breath. “I want him to hold my hand while I nurse them myself. And I want him to cherish the bruises they leave behind.”

Everyone talked freely, and the mood was lively. As I looked around at the smiling faces, I felt a sense of relief and freedom I'd never known before. For the first time since I was ten, I laughed without any defenses. Even in those years I was in love with Morgan, I'd never been this joyful. Back then, I was always anxious. I was convinced his love was too surreal to be true. Now, I'd finally found myself. I'd finally understood that love had to be self-sustaining. I couldn't keep begging for it from others.

Melissa’s discarded pregnancy test was swept into the trash can. I agreed without hesitation. If Benedict wanted to play dead, I should play the part of a wife who died out of love, too. With my ten previous suicide attempts on record, the motive was solid. No one would suspect a thing. I smiled faintly. I opened the encrypted file and registered myself with a new identity. ... That evening, as a nurse was changing my bandages, Benedict walked in. He looked at the gauze wrapped around me, and a flicker of discomfort crossed his face.