Novel & Cerita 10 Years Where I Loved You The Most

Is it too much? But yes—I am one of those people. I’m still holding on to my first love. How long has it been since I last saw him? Over ten years. And yet, I remember him clearly. Please don’t ask me why I still love him; I don’t really know. It’s as if he’s like moonlight on a dark night—beautiful, soothing, and enchanting. An old love song always brings me back to memories of him. Every love song feels like it was written just for us. Sometimes I wish I could travel through time, just to see him again and relive those moments I treasure. He’s someone I still can’t let go of.

Now she wasn’t sure if she believed it. But that wasn’t how love worked. Love wasn’t possession. It was protection. It was proof. And she hadn’t gotten any. She turned her face into the spray, letting the water wash over her. And in the heat, in the stillness, the memories came. Ten years. She had loved him for ten years now. From the moment she first saw him at twelve—running on the track, sweat glistening on his neck, his green eyes focused ahead, never seeing her.

As I looked at her—the one I had loved for a full ten years, from youth to maturity—I let out a sigh. "Cate, over the past ten years, we had so many chances to be together. Take the night the company first turned a profit, for example. If I had been a little bolder, our story could have turned out completely differently. I also believe you truly loved me once, because I could feel it. But in the end, neither of us held on. Maybe fate just wasn't on our side." I gently pulled my hand free. "Once certain things are missed, they're gone forever. Life goes on, and I need to let the past stay in the past. I hope you find your own happiness. Goodbye."

Before he betrayed me. “I just want to know one thing.” I whisper before I can stop myself. “I’d tell you anything you need to know, Little Caramel.” My throat suddenly feels too tight. “Did you ever love me?” I see the hesitation in his eyes and my chest squeezes with a painful pang of embarrassment; “You know what, don’t answer that. I don’t know…” “I fell in love with you when I was ten years old. And I never stopped loving you ever since…” A gasp of shock slips past my lips. I stare at him, wide eyed, completely disoriented. If my heart pounds any faster, it’ll tear through my chest.

Something I thought could only get stronger with each passing moment spent together because they was a fucking connection but I was so wrong. Gosh, I was so damn wrong about everything. It was obvious i was the only one with the tickling butterflies in my stomach. The only one who dreamt about a possible future that has both of us in it. The only freaking one who thought the feeling was so mutual and could last for ever but now I know it was nothing but a stupid experiment to him. A fucking mistake. Another tears threaten to fall and I let it slip away, just like everything else in my life right now. He fucking picked slutty Tia over me.

You are not even looking at this marriage, Hea! His eyes glued on her and voice broke, 'I loved you most of my life and I still love you. I've loved you since the age of 18. You mean so much to me, but the thing is, you're not trying to accept what little I have for you. Can't my love replace his love for you?

It should be saved for the wedding night to make it perfect. I still remembered the day we shared our first kiss. She had been so nervous. The moment our lips touched, the tips of her ears turned bright red. I had believed she treasured our relationship that much. I had believed no one could ever love me more than Luna did. Inside the room, the couch creaked and groaned. Luna's moans and Lucien's muffled sounds drifted through the doorway in fragments. My nails dug deeply into my palms. It felt as though sharp hooks had sunk into my heart. Every second I remained there was torture.

He froze, then mumbled to himself, "I... I love her. Of course, I love her. I've loved her for ten years now..." Yes, that was right. I almost forgot that he had chosen to marry me of his own accord all those years ago. How could he not love me? Yet, it was also he who sealed me inside that freezer, all for the sake of another woman. How could he possibly love me? Our love began ten years ago and ended ten years ago.

Kelly quipped, a smug grin playing across her lips as she followed me out of the room. Despite her teasing demeanour, I knew Kelly had my best interests at heart. Ever since I'd moved here six years ago, she'd been my closest friend and confidante, a constant source of support and companionship in a city that often felt overwhelming and lonely. As I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought me here. Leaving my sister behind had been one of the hardest decisions of my life, yet somehow, I'd managed to carve out a place for myself in this unfamiliar city, thanks in no small part to Kelly's unwavering friendship.

She’d looked me in the eye and said the words. I love you. I slipped out of bed careful not to wake her, pulled on sweatpants, and headed to the kitchen. The coffee maker clicked on with that familiar gurgle. I stood at the counter watching the pot fill, the smell hitting me strong and good. Last night kept playing in my head, the way she’d grabbed my shirt, the sound she made when I pushed inside her on that counter, the way she’d said it again after, soft and sure. Ten years. I’d waited ten damn years to hear it.