What Is Grief If Not Love Persevering Novels & Stories

Vasilyev smiled softly. “Yes.” Then after a brief pause. “And staying.” The room became quiet again after that. Because everyone there understood the meaning behind those words far too deeply now. Staying during grief. Staying during anger. Staying through trauma, mistakes, loss, fear, and pain. Love mattered. But staying mattered too. Dera slowly looked around the table once more. At her mother laughing softly with Alex’s mother. At the triplets stealing food from each other. At Ji Lian silently fixing Lora’s plate because she forgot to eat while talking again.

he pleaded when I was about to open the door of Wave's room. "Apology accepted..." I simply said and entered the room. I accepted it. The way I accepted the pain. Hanggang kaya ko ay ayaw kong magtanim ng sama ng loob. Hanggang kaya ko ay gugustuhin ko na magpatawad. Hanggang kaya ko ay mananatili ako. Maybe love is really about stepping on your own grave. Once you love someone you will take a step forward even that is a death trap.

“Then maybe this is what being alive really means — losing, loving, and letting go.” Habang lumalayo sila sa lumang lab, sumikat ang araw. Ngunit bago tuluyang magsara ang pinto, may isang huling tunog mula sa speaker — isang mahina, halos di marinig na boses. “Mariel… Billie…” Sabay silang napalingon. “Don’t forget— love isn’t what ends us… it’s what keeps us echoing.” At tuluyan nang tumigil ang sistema.

And I won't repeat the same mistakes, kasi ayoko silang mawala. I learn that, it's not the love who hurt us. It's the person we loved. Love is emotion, everything is emotion. I believe that, if you wanna be with that person until the end. Then, you need to choose that person day by day even if you're in the hardest situation. Venus and I chose in each other's arm. Despite of everything we went through, despite of all the hurt and everything. Hinding-hindi ako magsasawa na piliin s'ya sa bawat araw ng buhay ko.

"Does it matter? You manage to continue your life without me. It looks much better pa nga e. And you already have Tricia, right? I just came here to tell you that no matter what path and decision you will take, I will be the first one to be proud and be happy for you. Papanoorin kita kahit sa malayo, I want you to be successful. Do everything that makes you happy para sa huli kung mabigo ka man atleast you tried and you are happy. Don't be like me, maraming pinagsisisihan." Yumuko ulit siya at narinig ko na ang mga hikbi niya. I didn't know Elise is capable being vulnerable like this. Hindi na ako nag-aksaya ng oras at tumayo sa kinauupuan ko saka lumipat sa tabi niya. I hugged her, my Mom t

1 Corinthians 13 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But for Rowena. . . it already failed. Everything she dreamed together with her husband falls into pieces.

I stared at her. Life is not that easy. So love is. Minsan ipaparanas sa atin ng love ang pait, lungkot, sakit at galit. We learned to love and just go with the flow. Normal lang na masaktan tayo — that’s part of it. But… can’t we just love so happily — without heartbreak? I guess no. I’m still in the process… process of forgiving him. I smiled bitterly. Reminiscing the past really a bad idea.

“Pero minsan, naiirita rin ako sa sarili ko kasi parang… parang hindi ko alam kung anong dapat maramdaman.” Nilapit ko ang kamay ko sa kanya—hindi para akbayan, pero para ipatong sa mesa sa pagitan namin. Isang pulgada lang ang pagitan ng mga daliri namin, pero parang may kuryenteng dumaloy sa pagitan. “Normal ‘yan,” sagot ko. “Ang grief… minsan parang alon. Hindi mo alam kung kailan babagsak, o kung kailan ka lulunurin.”

"It's admirable, Mr. Dela Merced. Your dedication, your love. But sometimes, we have to accept..." "No," I said, my voice trembling with emotion. "I won't accept it. I won't accept that she's gone. I won't accept that she'll never wake up." He placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch a gesture of comfort, of shared grief. "I understand, Mr. Dela Merced. But you have to be realistic. You have to think about yourself." "I am thinking about myself," I said, my voice cracking. "That's why I'm here. That's why I'm fighting for her. Because I love her. Because she's my life."

"Sometimes, you have to endure tragedy before you ever glimpse a happy ending in that so-called love story. Your heart must be bruised, broken—driven to the edge of madness—before you can even hope to feel what happiness truly means." "What a sh*tty advice," pambabara niya. Padaskol n'yang nilapag ang baso sa lamesita at tumayo. "Unitil ang pagpunta mo rito. Imbes na kalimutan ko ang love-love na iyan lalo pa akong kinakain ng galit. Lintik na Elara! Bakit niya ako iniwan!"