Historias de Lovelost

Federigo, an exceptionally rich, falls in love with Monna Giovanna, a woman of nobility and beauty. Federigo buys Monna a lot of gifts and holds sumptuous banquets. His love for Monna Giovanna goes to the ends of the world that he is willing to offer her everything just to win her heart. Book by Giovanni Boccaccio Federigo's Falcon is Boccaccio's clever use of the ironic twist, often paired with The Necklace or The Gift of the Magi. It was originally published in The Decameron in 1353. Translation by Mark Musa and Peter Bondanella.

The next life is the story of a man who seeks revenge for his wife's murder and at last, falls in love with his doctor who's love bless him with a new life.

To be found here are strings of words spun in time with the romantic ideal of stiching back together the relationships torn in time, only to get tangled in a mess of memories, preventing any attempt to resecure any connection in the past.

This is book of really GREAT writers on Wattpad, so please feel free to PM me about who YOU think deserves to be in here. I am aiming for one interview per week!

Healing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.

poetry

Just Poems

A collection of poems and short stories from my abysmal state of mind. Mostly about love and love lost. Sometimes about other things. I don't care if you read this. I'm doing this one for me. A slow and steady update.

Sansa Stark is an orphaned girl, taken in by her father's, friends family, (Robert Baratheon who dies shortly after she is taken in), with no known siblings she is taken in by the newly named Lannisters at Casterly House After her treatment at Red Keep school she is taken governess by the mysterious and a dark Mr Clegane. She softens the heart of her employer, but what will happen when a terrible secret is revealed? And will she break her cage? A Jane Eyre inspired Sansan Fanfic.

sadness story 💔🖤 @trixhair Comments 👌

Fuck. My retinas are scorching. And I'm pretty sure this light is the great white light coming to take me to oblivion. What the fuck did I do last night? Turning, and squinting I might add, my question changes to *who* did I do last night? Shit, I shouldn't have moved. Too late. Is this what being seasick feels like? Cause it sucks. It sucks balls. Old,smelly dinosaur balls, as some would say. The part that suck even more is that I'm not anywhere *near* salt water! And what's with all this light?! Leaning back doesn't help. It's confirmed now. *Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Now open.* Shit, there's a half-naked blonde next to me! Need to get her out. Now. I quietly tap her on her shoulder, but she's out. Tap a little harder. Nothing. I have converted over to shaking her and she's still out for the count. I can't even remember her name, so that's pointless. Plan B. This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker. *"Holy fuck!"* Yeah, definitely hurt like a motherfucker. Don't try this at home. My ears are ringing and my brain is pounding so badly that I think it might explode and all this isn't helping the sick to the stomach feeling I'm getting. But it worked. She stirs and turns so slowly to the point where it becomes annoying and I wanna throw her off the bed, but she eventually opens her eyes. "Hey?" She's smiling like I didn't just scream as if there's a serial killer in the house. "Hi." Well, this isn't awkward at all. My throat is burning. My voice is croaky, I just realized. I need water. And sleep. Maybe death will help. Never bringing a girl home again. *Don't be insensitive.* "Look... last night was fun. Really, it was. But we don't know each other, and you seem really sweet and *fun*. But my parents are gonna be home soon... So-" "So you're kicking me out." "No! No, no, no! Just... Maybe... Hurry it up?" Her face twists.

Love doesn't always end when the people do. Sometimes it lingers in the scent of coffee, in the echo of a name, in the silence after goodbye. Loving in Past Tense follows Amara, a quiet artist learning to rebuild her life after love unravels. Set against a backdrop of memory and self-discovery, the story explores the delicate spaces between heartbreak and healing, longing and peace. As Amara revisits the remnants of a love that once defined her, she begins to understand that closure isn't forgetting, it's remembering without pain. Through friendship, art, and the gentle arrival of something new, she learns that love doesn't truly disappear; it just changes form. Written with the tenderness of reflection and the precision of poetry, Loving in Past Tense is a novel about becoming whole again. It's a love story, but not the one you expect. For readers who have ever loved deeply, lost quietly, and still believe in the beauty of beginning again. "Once was love. Now it's just a story."

poem

it's a hard thing

This is a collection of poems written about two different people, seven poems each, which I wrote about the relationships in an effort to move on and grow from those experiences.

#rewriting People say our fates are predestined ...... It will be when it's meant to be . But what will happen if the right time & right person were always there .... It was I , who was wrong .. What if I will blame my fears again ? Get scared again !! Lose faith again ! Fall in love yet again ? How will this insomniac find answer to the dilemma? PROMISES ARE FOR ASSURANCE NOT FULFILMENT SOMEONE WHO IS STILL PINING FOR THE LOVE THAT LEFT. LOVE IS A BAD APPLE. SHE SWALLOWED IT WHOLE. A LOVE THAT REMAINED.

This is the first song that I've ever written. It recounts the actual events taking place after my first relationship ended.

I write poems depending on how i feel. Basically i think most people would like it .You should try it gets your mind of things. Alot of different ones but i promise u wont be confused.

Love lost or death. Really just anything I can think of at the time I'm sad. Enjoy!