Novel & Cerita What I Wish I Knew About Love

We lay besides each other and I made sure my right hand was holding his left one because his touch was the last thing I wanted to feel. Damn…I wish I had let him fuck me. I wish we'd had sex many times, I wish we'd made love and I wish we'd done so much more than what we ever did. I wish I knew what it would feel like as he pounded into me round after round, I wish I knew what his lips felt like on every inch of my skin, I wish I knew all the different ways he'd tell me he loved me. I wish I could've celebrated more birthdays with him and I wish we danced more.

I was a complete idiot to fell in love with someone whom I don't even have a slightest chance. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew. And I just wish you knew Megumi, I was so in love with you. ...And all I know is I was enchanted to meet you...Megumi...

Yes,I fell in love with you before knowing the meaning of love. With years that love for you started to increase and a hope grew that maybe...maybe someday you say that you love me . But somehow,somewhere everything went wrong…I felt the first heartbreak when you avoided me like a plague during my 12 th birthday….you in fact didn't wish me. I thought maybe you were busy or maybe you were upset with me for some reason. But I didn't know that you have started to hate me….my love story has already ended before it can begin.

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."

With the allure of passion clouding judgment, it grapples with the realization that what is perceived as love may in fact be self-serving. Despite all of that, falling in love is paramount in my life. I spent time seeking wealth, knowledge, and learning as much as possible through self-help books. In one book, they say to do the work and make a list. It sounded reasonable, so that's what I did. The list was my guide to knowing first what I need and what I want. This was vital.