What Is The Opposite Of Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I love you. I narrowed my eyes on the screen. I prepared to type my reply in. To: Love ♥ Where are you? I opened the message thread and read all our past conversations. I widened my eyes as I felt goose bumps all over my body. To: Love ♥ I’m not going to give you the moon and the stars, Love. I’m going to give you the whole galaxy because you’re worth every asteroid and comet from the Milky Way. Remember that. And that doesn’t even compare to how much I love you. Good night, Love. Stop writing, it’s late. Please rest more, my Milky Way.

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

Eric’s POV, "You still love her, don’t you, that’s the reason why you said you couldn’t fall in love with me right"? Keerah uttered in a soft voice, more in a statement like than a question, but I remained quiet. I didn’t know what to say to her. I couldn’t outwardly deny her accusations, because what she said aren’t entirely a lie, neither are they the complete truth. Since I couldn’t tell Keerah I still love jade, and I couldn’t deny and say I don’t, I decided to just tell her something that might be believable.

Love gives you happiness, but when it fails it will make your life miserable. Love gives you strength, but when it fails it makes you weak. Love gives you delight, but when it fails it will leave you in tears. Love will cherished you, but when it fails it will leave you wounded. Love will protect you, but when it fails it will neglect you. Love gives you a positive feeling, but when it fails it makes you hostile. Love gives you warmth, but when it fails it makes your heart cold.

From enemies we become lovers. Maybe that is how things are meant to be. Opposites can never be entirely separated. As day is to night, hate to love, birth to death, and so on. We are all part of a grand scheme called LIFE. The greatest love is born from hate.

" Love is really like that. The other one will make you feel that he wants you. You will fell for him. Then in the end, you didn't know that he's just lying. We didn't notice that we are just one of his victims. But not every time love will stay that way because love is sacrifice. Love is a sacrifice that every person commits. The opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference. Because indifference is the absence of love. Is it because sometimes, we become blind to those who want to make us feel what genuine love really means.

Camellia blinked, disbelief twisting her face. “What?” “She’s been sending money every month,” Amy continued. “Not because she wanted to spy or interfere, but because she felt guilty. She told me she just wanted you to be okay.” Camellia’s knees weakened. She sank slowly onto the edge of the bed, shaking her head in disbelief. “So all this time, I’ve been living off my sister’s pity?” “It wasn’t pity,” Amy said, voice trembling. “It was love, Cami.” “Love?” Camellia laughed bitterly. “Lucia doesn’t know what that word means. If she did, she wouldn’t have turned her back on me when I needed her most!”

My hands twitched, aching to rise, to touch him, to pull him in. Then his eyes dropped to my mouth. The breath rushed out of me. He was going to kiss me. I wanted him to. I hated that I wanted it. Without meaning to, I leaned in, my body betraying me. “Liam—” I whispered, but it came out too soft, more like a plea than a warning. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing mine. Heat poured off him, making my knees weak. In the mirror behind him, I caught my reflection, the emerald gown hugging me, his tall frame looming over me and reality hit me. This wasn’t just about me. This wasn’t just about want. He was the enemy. The man I swore to destroy, not crave.

Even I thought that could be the emotion existing within that man's chest, I realized it was not. It took me time to read but I later had it figured out. It's a look of pain. It's a look of regret, hurt, infliction, torment but yet admiration. You see why I'm confused? How could you feel two contrasting things towards someone at once? I understood love and hate because there's a very thin line between them. He's is regret and admiration. His admiration glowed anytime he saw her smile, whenever she adjusted her hair or each time she nearly choked out of laughter.