Words That Deal With Love Novels & Stories

Thinking about the nonsense he brought to me Love! That word should be synonymous with deception. It is an elaborate hoax. A word that stupid people use to take advantage of their less intelligent counterparts. Love is a bullshsit idea promoted by delusional writers to earn money. I don't believe in it. Not parental love and certainly not romantic love. That's even more dumb and pointless.

Is that what is called LOVE? ***

“He doesn’t want anything to do with me… He knows that I love Ambrose.” She opened the kitchen cabinet and took out two glasses of wine. “Do you think I’m crazy?” She chuckled softly while pouring some wine into my glass. “Loving someone isn’t crazy, sweetheart… but sometimes not a lot of people will understand that.” I took a sip of my wine. “You loved that man so much that you even had an affair with him when you were already engaged to someone else.” I groaned deeply. “That’s not really helping my case, Mom.” She smiled.

I feel that soon I will own ITSU. Imagine me, love. That is a higher level of oxymoron, patching me and the word love in one sentence like that. People can be so creative with words. They make me want to bow down often, especially when they whine about love ‘conquers all’. Who believes any of that? They make it sound so great, like it is the only purpose of living, and as if without it, life is meaningless. And going as far as believing that love is joy? Heck, I have seen people cry because of love! Love is unconditional? Old men leave their wives every now and then for a younger woman. Love is selflessness? Tell me about love in the presence of ‘I’. Everything is ‘I’ these days.

I thought he would be the man who would marry me despite my condition. I decided to break things up with Rex. As for my nurse… “Miss… I didn't mean to hurt you…” She said while crying. “What?! Are you kidding me?” I shouted furiously. “Is it… is it immoral to love? Am I that sinful just because I gave that man the things you couldn't give him? In a year of being your nurse, I understand what he's been through.” I guided my wheelchair towards her direction, I tried to stand in front of her with all my will. I grasped a post shakingly to stand and to say this to her face:

There is just the pain. I rubbed my thumb in slow circles on her cheeks, as if erasing writings in the sand, erasing words of violence, of loneliness, of grief, of fear. I kissed her forehead. “I love you,” I told her. Three simple words. Three short words. Like all the most significant things in the world, love is a little word with so much weight to it that it could shatter the crust of the earth. Like hope, pain, war, hate, faith, truth, love. But of course, love is the sweetest, the bitterest, the loneliest and the most joyful. Love is the sum of it all. We go to war for love. It is the source of most pains, and hopes. Love is so simple, yet it’s the greatest endeavour someone may ever s

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.

They built a beautiful home, filled with art, love, and laughter. Their love story became a legend, inspiring others to follow their hearts and pursue their dreams.

Because if there was one thing my father had taught me, it was that in this world, love was not a gift. It was a weakness. And I would never be weak again.