What The Opposite Of Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

The horses racing inside my heart immediately disappeared, as well as the butterflies flying inside my stomach, like a bubble that disappeared. The thrill I felt earlier, now replaced by pain! Jiro courted me for six months and before I answered him, I assured myself that I really loved him. So I answered him one day. And during those six months, when I found out that I loved him, I immediately thought of things about us. Just like what our endearment will be. And because I really liked the 'hubby' and 'wife' endearment that is what we want to call them but they don't seem to want to said Jiro, then!

My hands shook a little as I placed the ring on his finger. "Now to share the flame." Stoic continued, but I had no idea what he was talking about. Stoic looked at Nate, and Nate gave him a nod. A permission to do something. I watched intently as Stoic placed his hand on Nate's chest and pulled out a purple flame from him. I had never seen such a thing. "This flame represents love, passion, life, and commitment. Now they will be tied, sharing everything in life." Stoic split the flame in two; they were much smaller apart than together. Stoic then shoved one half of the flame in Nate and the other in myself. I felt odd for a moment, just for one moment.

I was so naive to believe that my mom was unfaithful when she was my best friend. My mom was the best woman ever. She would stay up with me when I can't sleep, because she would know how bad my insomnia would get at times. She always helped with schoolwork. She would always make time for me. I've always loved her with all inside of me, until dad told me that she cheated on him. That made me lose the love I had for my mother, but now it's starting to look like I made a mistake in doing so.

I like peace, and the girl sitting in front of me was just the opposite. They say the opposite attracts… But it is not so at all. The person opposite you will only become the reason for your displeasure only. Just like her… But when I saw the fear in her eyes for every time when she was looking away, and by looking into her eyes, I realized her innocence. She was really the opposite of me. Her contrast with me did not draw me towards her but her innocence, the desire to fix me in her eyes, the fear she was trying hard to hide and and whenever I was trying to catch her eyes, she was trying to avert them in a hurry.

" 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.

I said acidly. “Have you ever considered.” He leaned along the edge of the table to put his elbow near me. Resting his cheek on it. “How close love and hate really are.” “They’re opposites.” “Yet you can’t have one without the other.” He countered in that sing song purr he seemed to have mastered. “If you love someone, you must know moments of true hatred for the power they have over you. True anger for the pain they’ve put you through. To truly hate someone, you had to have had genuine affection for them at some point, or you’d not care about them rather then feel hatred.”

(Source taken from Wiki Diff) More details... Love = now or in the future Loved = in the past See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Love is considered to be both positive and negative, with its virtue representing human kindness, compassion, and affection, as “the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another. It also has its vice representing human moral flaw, akin to vanity, selfishness, and egotism, as potentially leading people into a type of mania or obsessiveness. This diversity of uses and meanings combined with the complexity of the feelings involved makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, compared to other emotional states.

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