Will You Still Love Me Novels & Stories

Biglang bumigat ang dibdib ko sa katanungang iyon. "I don't know. Ayoko namang pangunahan. I don't even know if we're on the same page. He probabaly just missed me but that doesn't mean he wants me back." "Pero ikaw?" I still love him. I don't even know if I ever stopped. But sometimes, you could love someone but not want the same thing with them anymore. The love remains genuine but your choice changes. You could love someone without always choosing them. I think, that's life. We always have to compromise. Right now, I am still thorn.

Lumabi siya. “I love you.” Pinaikot niya ang mga mata. Sa tuwing sinasabi niya ang mga katagang ‘yon, ‘I love you’ palagi ang itinutugon nito. “I love you raw pero hindi naman nakikinig sa sinasabi ko.” “Hayaan mong alagaan at lambingin kita.” Inakbayan siya nito. “Mami-miss mo ‘to kapag naging busy na ako.”

amin niya. Natawa ito. Saka pinisil ang tungki ng ilong niya. “Ang tagal na pala nating nagpipigil. Kaya this time around, no more lies and pretentions, okay? We will just be ourselves. We love love each other until eternity. I love you, Van.” Ang sarap sa pandinig.

Mukha akong engot na nakasilip sa mga halaman. Inayos ko na rin ang aking sarili para umalis pero akmang tatayo na sana ako nang bigla siyang kumanta. -Fireflies by Owl City- Kusa akong napabalik sa aking pagkakaupo. Ang ganda ng boses nya.

“Hey, open that one!” Freya turned her attention back to the phone and pressed the OK button. The very first saved message read... Hindi mo ba talaga ako titigilan? Sabi nang hindi ako interesado sa mga babae. So, shoo. Stop texting me. Muling nagkatinginan ang dalawa.

Yet I could still feel the desire to have and hold him. “So please, Ches,” I pleaded. “Make love to me while I’m still drunk… drunk with your love. Make love with me and tell me with all honesty how much you really do love me dahil kung ako ang papipiliin? Gusto kong ganoon lang palagi.” I breathed heavily. “Love me while we still don’t hate each other.”

The reason why, he started to walk away. "At my apartment, you once sang for me. For the last time, what is the title of it?" "Ywliwikji-akdi." I frowned, "What does it mean?" "I don't know anything, I just knew I was in love with you." F•ck! Sinundan ko siya at niyakap patalikod, "If you lie, I'll still believe. If you cheat, I'll still trust you. If you broke my heart, I'll still love you. Just don't leave me."

Suminghap siya at mas lalo lang akong hinila palapit sa katawan niya. "Kahit galit ako, mahal pa rin kita. No matter what I feel for you, I still love you. Nothing and no one can remove my love for you. It is etched on my heart. Like a scar that will never be removed no matter what ointment you use. It is attached on my soul and will forever be in my system." his voice is a little bit husky. "So whether I'm mad at you or not, I still love you. I'm still in love with you."

Ayaw niyang layuan siya ni Ranier dahil do’n. Hindi niya na alam kung desperada siya sa atensyon ng lalaki o martyr lang talaga. Hindi niya sinusubukan na itali ito sa kanya kaya hindi niya matatawag ang sarili na desperada. Pwede niya pang iwagayway ang bandera ng mga martyr dahil kumakapit siya kahit wala siyang pag-asa. “They said love is pure, patient and kind. But why am I hurting? Wala naman iyon sa definition ng love.”

anito. Kimi akong ngumiti na tumango bilang sagot. Napahinga ito ng malalim na tila humuhugot ng bwelo sa sasabihin. "Do you still love him?" Napipilan ako na hindi makasagot dito. Ngumiti ito pero hindi abot sa kanyang mga mata. Kita ang lungkot sa mga iyon kahit nakangiti ito sa akin ngayon.