10 Years Where I Loved You The Most นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The message ends everything. I stare at my phone. The screen does not change. The words stay where they are. I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. Ten years. Ten years of choosing him. Ten years of waiting. Ten years of believing love was enough. My fingers shake. I read it again. Then again. As if the meaning will soften. As if the words will apologize. They don’t. “This isn’t funny,” I whisper, though I know no one is joking.

It was burnt, but it was delicious. ... As I read through each post, I inexplicably felt touched. Those ordinary daily routines and heartwarming details were just like the beautiful romance I had once dreamed of. I wanted to offer my blessings, but then I discovered the poster had disabled comments, so I silently followed them. It turned out that I was just an unwitting supporting character in every happy memory of theirs. She said that they had been together for ten years, and Josh and I had only been together for ten years. That being said, Vicky and I had known each other for 20 years.

So he really never loved me. A few drops landed on the screen. I turned off my phone and sat in the dark until late night. Countdown: three hours. I finished packing everything. Countdown: two hours. I cut him out of every photo. The album only had me left. Countdown: one hour. I laid the dissolution agreement neatly on the table. I thought about leaving some words for him. Changed my mind. I could only say it in my heart: "Damon, I loved you for ten years. Loving someone for ten years is hard. But I finally chose to let go."

As you are always in my heart, reigning in my heart, filled with sorrow. Like one day of that year, when I was seventeen, when the last sunset of the day faded and merged with the horizon, on the school's rooftop, where my young girl's heart was full of love and enthusiasm. Precisely engraved with the name of To Duong. I want to be with him, want to appear in his growing up process, only regret all the memories of the love story between him and me forever stopping in that year. Those thoughts made me sit blankly in front of the desk for a long time, countless images kept appearing in my head, but all of them were not in order, as if a movie was interrupted, just relying on the scenes shot. M

"You couldn't tolerate me showing Elena even the slightest affection, yet you can accept Vito sleeping with another woman? "It's only been a few months, and you already love him this much? What am I then? What about our ten years together?" I gave a soft, mocking laugh. "Ten years didn't stop you from changing the moment Elena appeared. So what right do you have to question me?" I closed my eyes, my face twisting as if in pain. After a long pause, I spoke again. "Come with me to see Vito one last time. After that, I'll give him up completely."

He could not have possibly been there at the right place, right time, just to save me. “Ron, I didn’t come here to just thank you. I—” “I know.” He interrupted me. “You want to tell me that it’s over between us, right?” I looked at him and did not say no. “Why, Willow? Can you really put your love for me behind you? You’ve loved me for ten years!” In the end, he was unable to keep his calm facade anymore. “Yes. It’s been ten years. You do remember, it seems.” I smiled calmly.

She began complaining tearfully to Edward, “He’s gone. He’s really going away this time and he won’t come back anymore.” Edward remained quiet just as before, so she continued to sob and mutter to herself, “Seventeen years old. I fell in love with him when I was seventeen years old. I loved him for ten years...ten years! Edward, do you know how long ten years is? Do you know what it feels like to love a person? Do you know how painful it is to strip away the love from one’s heart by force? You don’t know. All you know is to laugh. The more pain I’m in, the more joyous your laughter is.”

Why I could never just say what I actually felt. *I love you. I've loved you for longer than I want to admit. Maybe since you were eighteen at Chloe's party in that blue dress. Maybe since you moved into my house with one suitcase and tried so hard to be invisible. Maybe since the first time I kissed you and realized I'd been waiting my whole life for that moment.*

And after ten long years of keeping my distance, of making sure i wouldn’t run into her under any circumstances, i knew the time had come to face my past. To face the one woman I had truly loved. And could never have. I could feel her in the room. A decade might have passed, but her power over me was stronger than ever, she had often time taken my breath away, I could still remember what she looked like ten years ago, how she looked like, what she likes and Hates. I could remember Diana Bailey even if my eyes were closed, her soft skin, her sensual laughter, her perky breasts, everything about Diana ten years ago and even now, was capable of making me run mad,