Unwritten And Intentional Love History Novels & Stories

I thought that was playing out in my life, because tell me why the Alpha would choose someone as insignificant as myself to be his Luna. So I gave love before he even said a word. Just a glance at him, and I was already in love. I have never like the prolonged part in those books where they have to argue and the man has to struggle to earn her love. I didn’t want that for myself. So I had given love, unconditional intense love to this man. Is that why my own story turned out this way? Cause I tried to twist and hasten up the plot? Was I wrong in giving love?

… Every trace of me had already been erased from the wedding home. In my wedding diary, I had written my final entries in advance. "Wedding countdown: two days. I finally understand. People must learn to love themselves first. It's not that I'm unworthy of love, but that you are unworthy of me. There was never anything wrong with me."

Not in the operational sense, in the private, specific sense of someone who had filed everything in a particular folder and returned to it regularly. I reached the last page. The handwriting was more recent.... the ink less faded, the date in the corner eight years before the divorce. One day, you will be my wife and I can't wait to grow old with you.... Eleven words. Written three years before he had any reason to believe they were possible. I sat in the chair with the book in my lap and felt the specific, complicated weight of being loved carefully by someone over a long time without knowing you were being loved at all.

_ _"This young man became the reason my house started feeling like a home. I initially thought I was given a second Dennis to redeem myself, but I soon realised I had actually been given a second chance to be a good mother." _"Eiran, you are this young man. It was an immeasurable pleasure grooming and taking care of you, watching you chase your dream, and most of all, seeing you fall in love. Heaven knows how many times Petra and I workshopped couples' names for you two. You both had so much love in your hearts for each other; you are the Ying to his Yang, as he is the Ying to your Yang. Promise me you'll always take care of each other._

I refused to change it. The destruction I was writing about was not singular. It was not the story of one woman and one man and the specific ways their relationship had gone wrong. It was about the specific, recurring, culturally embedded pattern by which love becomes conditional upon surrender - upon the gradual lowering of the self to accommodate someone else's need for certainty. The title named that pattern directly, without the softening that would have made it safer and less honest.

They both thought love was an unnecessary, messy complication in the data that needed to be suppressed. I knew better. Love wasn't a complication at all. When properly understood, love was the ultimate, most reliable piece of structural leverage in human history. I looked back one last time at Anya as she was marched toward the sliding glass doors by three armed men. She was terrified, her body shaking from the cold and the sheer psychological weight of the revelation, but she was still holding Kai’s hand as if she could personally pull the life back into his veins. It was beautiful, in a tragic, artistic sort of way. A perfect, doomed romance.

"Speechless aren't we ? Truth always hurt Mr. Mustafa Ahwaan. It always stings. But you know what, truth cannot be changed. You scream, you shout, you pray for it to be a lie but once a truth is always a truth." Giving him another glance she turned towards the door only to be pulled back towards him, angering her. "Can't you see I love you ? I can't live without you girl. Why are you not understanding me ?" He looked desperate, his eyes pleading with unshed tears, but his words made her laugh bitterly. Four years ago the same thing happened with her. She too was desperate just like him, she too held onto the rope of her love hoping for him to accept her. History was repeating itself making h

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“They made out in a cemetery?!” “Yeah, disgusting right? He doesn’t want to make our relationship public and I don’t know why. We are married for God’s sake.” “Diane.” “And now I’ve really fallen for him. I’m quite sure I love him.” “Diane, how can you love someone like Nicholas? He isn’t the right person for you. I’m sure you know that. Especially if he’s treating you the way you just said. If he really likes you, he won’t be messing around with Ashley and he would be proud of your relationship enough to make it public.”

"Helena.." "Davis... yesterday I realized that I couldn't leave without him..I .. think am in love with him..." "Helena,no.." "I actually do love Charles, Davis..I can't accept your love..I don't love you.." "Is it because you learnt about the truth..and my father is..." "No,no Davis.. have decided not reopen the case..I don't want to ruin your family because a mistake that happened...but..that's aside..have forgiven you for keeping the truth from me..and I thank you for being my support back then In the village..I.."