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Shvoong Home>Books>About love and other stories Review

About love and other stories

Book Review   by:Fate     Original Author: Anton Chekhov
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As the love devoured the pains of love was being rejected.The experience being free,no one could tell me the lies that were behind in the scenes.
Clashing with hours through the night,I felt my head pounding uncontrollably.To my aspects and understandings of fear,I counld not bring myself to
realize that feelings that were tearing me up inside,were reminders of the thoughts i had closed out of my mind.Sometimes i seemed to wonder into
dark places of selfishness,by trying to hide my past.The days grew longer as i pretend to remove the thoughts from my mind,but as always the
would be revealed to the surface.The panics lead to pain,trying to refrain from the terrifying moment of the past.I could not hide from the love that
i once had.Crys as i slept and awake in pain.Fear and panic is what became of the moments as i wept through the night.Sometime i would sleep
sleeplessly.The future seemed dim from moment to moment! In my eyes i would only become the furiously uncontrolling virtue of love.
The love that i once knew would not claim the feelings of truth,and leaving no doubt,that all that i do would painfully shake and terrify the moments
that had been silenced,inside my thoughts.As i threw fits of the challenges that were stored upon the natures of love,i could not feel the patience of
trying the sensible moments to be of truth.Unbehavably nourturing to every wim of feeling and thought.Trying not to rely on the feeling of passion,
i would burn up inside. Trying not to hide my feelings,the dares that took me into an routine of turns,i could not shake the feeling of concerns. As time
passes by.The days ,the months were feeling to be spinning out of control.At times my concerns of feeling love,would only turn memories into another.
The strange feelings that i would get.The controling of another,was all i felt.The past relentlessly relyed on the mind.Time figuring time as i seem to
frustrantinly enter into another moments of mere bliss.I could not imagine that all that i had took in,from time to time,trying to withstand the moments
when i could not forgive.Living in the past,fused issues of concerns,honestly never learning how to take something as to be of no evident reason to be
concerned.The love that seemed to be an brillance of most concepts,that earned me the abilitys to be free to love.Something more relevant than love
was the subject of love of being rejected by love.Sitting inside,looking through a glass window,shaddering thoughts at love being mentioned.Despised
by feelings,i just could not seem to bring myself to love. Uncontrollably love was of spoken words that i could deceive ,in mind and at heart


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Published: August 24, 2006   
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