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Unconditional Love Trilogy #1
What would you do for love?
Love has many parts; it cannot be whole if even one piece is missing. Each part plays an essential role in forming the bond.
Everything that transpired was as un...
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"If "happy ever after" did exist, I would still be holding you like this" -Maroon 5
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What is the point of love if it also ends in tragedy?
They say one reason people live long lives is because of love. But why, then, does love sometimes lead to their downfall? For love, they’re willing to sacrifice everything—even their own lives.
They are blinding themselves, too consumed by their emotions. They’re unable to see the truth: that human life isn’t solely about love; it’s also about pain. A pain that will linger and haunt them forever.
"So you, what would you do for love?" I clamped my ears shut and closed my eyes when I heard our professor's voice in Creative Writing. Halos mag dikit na ang noo ko sa inis dahil hindi ako maka-focus sa activity na pinapagawa niya.
I'm currently staring at the sheet of paper we need to construct in order to see the entire picture. Lumingon ako sa mga classmates ko na nag-titinginan sa isa't isa na parang nagtuturuan kung sino ang gagawa.
I took a deep breath and pressed my hand to my heart as I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. I looked at them again, their heads tilted to the side in confusion. Shaking my head at myself, I closed my eyes to relax and clear my mind before I began to piece together the puzzle.
Everyone in my group screamed in victory when I suddenly completed the puzzle. The image revealed a woman holding her heart, tears streaming down her face. It was strikingly evident that her heart was missing— at hawak-hawak niya ito.
I quickly stood up and ran to the front to approach Sir Belindo, who seemed to be drifting through the topic of his lesson. I cautiously sidled up next to Ethan, who had just finished introducing their group's work.
"Explain the picture you’ve created... and," he paused, "add something about love... be creative, and make a story about it."
Napangiwi ako sa narinig. Ito na ba ang nagiging dahilan ng pagtanda niya?
I closed my eyes and faced all my classmates. Not everyone was looking at me, as some were still busy piecing together their puzzles. Ang iba naman ay nagtatago sa ibaba ng lamesa nila na halatang naglalaro ng mobile games. Makikita mo rin sa gilid ang ibang babaeng nag re-retouch ng kanilang make up. That just proved our teacher wasn't a very engaging instructor. Everyone looked bored during his class.
I took a moment to calm myself in front of the class. I shouldn’t be nervous, yet I couldn’t understand the pounding of my heart, as if it was racing along with the noise of my classmates.
"Good day, everyone. Good day, Sir Belindo. This is the work of Group one," I showed them the picture that we got.
Some of them glanced at me, but as usual, not everyone was paying attention. Well, I understood them. Who would listen to someone talking about love when it seemed there was nothing to learn from it?
