Novel & Cerita What I Wish I Knew About Love

I added. "Why did you know a lot of things about love?" He asked as if he couldn't believe I could say something like that. "Because I've been there, done that. But I'm just unlucky, I felt that with the wrong person. That's why I'm telling you not to think too much about what I said about love. You might be like me who felt all those feelings with the wrong person. It's better if you have your own standards or basis to keep your heart safe. Our hearts will always be fragile and stupid". I said with a snort.

I wanted to have sex with someone that I actually loved and who felt the same way about me. To Rian this was all just a game. And to me, this was all just to get out of here and live my life. Besides, it would be nice to travel the world with the love of my life. It would be a dream come true so I didn't understand why Rian looked like I'd just asked for the most absurd thing ever. Everyone wished for true love all the time so it wasn't like it was an unusual thing to wish for. I chuckled at the expression on his face. "What? I wish for true love. Why do you look so shocked?"

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

I had believed that love could grow with time, and I had believed that sincerity could move mountains; that enough devotion could melt even the coldest heart. After all those years, I finally understood. It had all been nothing more than my own wishful thinking. I had been nothing more than a moth drawn to a flame.

"How do you even know?" Mom leaned in, her voice getting serious. "Deep love... pure love... it’s when someone becomes your peace, not just your storm. It’s knowing that even if you lost your beauty, your job, or your wolf, that person would still be standing right there because your soul is the only thing they care about. It’s about respect. It’s about wanting what’s best for the other person, even if it hurts you. It’s a choice you make every single day, not just a feeling that hits you in the dark."

But I know this version of me is learning something essential: Love isn’t proven by proximity. It’s proven by what you do with the distance.

"Serena. I met you at a time in my life when I thought I knew everything. I thought I knew who I was, what I wanted, where I was going. And then you showed up, and I realized I didn't know anything at all." He paused. Swallowed. "You taught me that love is not about possession. It's not about control. It's about showing up, every day, even when it's hard. Even when you're scared. Even when you don't know if the other person will show up too." Hope was squirming in Carmen's arms, reaching for the flowers, completely unaware that her parents were making promises that would shape the rest of her life.

I bit my lower lip. For the first time in my life, I wondered if I truly knew what love was. My love had always been filled with tears and pain. With Kane, I suffered both nonchalance and betrayal. With Sterly, I suffered unrequited love and insecurity. Were these the right way to love? I dropped the bracelet and turned to look at Stephen. "Love is when you can't let go even though you know it might be difficult. Love is when you think about them even when you know you shouldn't."

There was a coldness that had seeped into his voice that hadn't been there before. “I'm not saying you're a child. I'm just saying–” "That I can't be in love with you? That maybe I'm mistaken? That I probably just think I love you because the sex is great?” "Jordan, listen–" “No, you listen, Marissa! I love you. Hear that? I love you.” "Quit saying that!” I yelled. "Why!?” "Because you don't know me, Jordan! How can you love a person that you don't know? Love isn't that easy!" The words tumbled out of my mouth. “There are things about me that you don't know, Jordan.”

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. 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.