What I Wish I Knew About Love の小説・ストーリー

Aiden's POV I came out of the ward without uttering a word. I closed my eyes and leaned on the wall. Her words rang in my ear continuously and the truth was i really didn't know the answer. I already knew that i was physically attracted to her but somehow, i managed to avoid her all these years. But today i failed....

My voice was barely a whisper, heavy with regret and an overwhelming sense of guilt. I wish I had loved her, I wish my love for her had been so consuming, so all-encompassing that she could never doubt it for a moment. I wish I had been as devoted to her as she was to me. I wish I had been a better man for her, one who would have laid down his life to protect her without hesitation. She didn't deserve what happened to her. She didn't deserve any of it. She didn't deserve a man like me in her short, beautiful life. If she had never crossed paths with me, she would still be alive today. If she hadn't been forced into marriage with me, she would be alive and happy. It's my fault. All of it. And

I wished he could see me in another light, not just as a fleeting presence, but as a person worthy of love, understanding, and connection. In those moments, I yearned for him to truly see me, to understand the depths of my emotions, and to feel the weight of my longing. I wished for a chance to rewrite the narrative, to create a new story where our hearts beat in sync, and our love shone bright. But for now, the wish remained just that – a wish, a fragile thread of hope suspended in the uncertainty of what could have been.

I flipped through my journal and found a wish I had written last year. “Every time, she lives a dream of holding his hand and watching the falling stars. It was beautiful.” I completed the lines by adding. “Except he doesn’t know her name,” My prayers changed, and my urges had pivoted from falling in love with him to staying in that aura of love when everything I got in return was his vexation. Love can make you cry, and it can make you grin. It’s ok to burn yourself for someone; if it’s not love, it would be a lesson.

In fact, I just want to cover up a confused brain. What should I do? What should I do? Does Dad know? "Go ahead. I know." Zhang Guowen seemed to hear the panic in her mind. "There are still thirty thousand..." Liu Liu could not stop, almost broke down and cried out. How can this money be enough? Zhang Guowen closed his eyes in Liu Liu's cry. Thirty thousand? He knew Liu Cui would leave, but he didn't expect her to be so cruel. For Zhang Guowen, life has exhausted all his energy. What is love? He doesn't understand. All he knew was that Liu Cui was his woman, he was a man, and he wanted to support the family.

It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that love isn't about perfection. It's about showing up. Every day. Even when it's hard." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?" I looked up at him. "I know that you've always been my home. Even when I didn't know it." He smiled, a rare, genuine thing. "That's all I ever wanted you to know."

"Before you were born way before your father. When I was young and stupid and thought I knew everything." "Were you stupid?" "Hopelessly." She laughed. It was a soft sound and almost sad. "I thought love was supposed to be dramatic and passionate. The kind of thing that kept you up at night and made you forget to eat. I thought if it wasn't painful, it wasn't real." "And now?" She stopped walking then turned to face me. "Now I know that love is just showing up every day. Even when it's boring. Even when it's hard. Even when the person you love doesn't know how to love you back."

I said after crying as I remembered those memories. "I just wish I could turn back the time and then I'll choose to not know him at all. So I wouldn't be hurt like this now. So I didn't hurt them before," my tears started to flow at the sides of my cheeks again as I felt the pain digging in my chest. I don't know if this is how it feels to love. I just wish I wouldn't be this hurt. I wish it wouldn't be this painful that it feels like I don't deserve to be loved. I feel like I wasn't lovable enough to feel the butterflies and the paradise.

I just want you to hear me, the truth no covered in bullshit. Before you, I thought I knew what love was. I thought it was something loud, something explosive, something that burned so bright it couldn’t possibly last. But you showed me that love is quiet too. Love is in the spaces between words, in the looks you give when you think I’m not paying attention, in the way you always come back, even when everything in you is telling you to run.

“But God, I want to believe you’ve changed. Because part of me—maybe the best part—still waits for you every morning. Even if I pretend not to.” Kingsley reached out, taking her hand gently, his thumb brushing reassuring circles over her skin. When it was his turn, he unfolded his letter, drawing a deep breath before he read with steady emotion: “What I Wish You Knew… That I see you. All of you. Not just the beautiful woman who laughs with her whole face, but the one who flinches when love feels too close.” His voice softened, filled with a tenderness that touched Katherine’s soul. “That I never stopped loving you—not when I left, not even when I married Beth. I loved you through all of it,