Can U Love Me Again Novels & Stories

His heart is open. "Say it again," he says. "Say what? What do you want me to say? Tell me. I'll say anything." "Say you love me. Say it again. I need to hear it. I need to feel it. I need to believe it. I need to know it's real. I need to know it's true. I need to know it's forever." "I love you." "Again." "I love you." "Again." "I love you. I love you. I love you. I will always love you. I will never stop loving you. I will love you until the end of time. I will love you beyond time."

Humphrey paused for a moment, then added, “Please, try to forget anything that hurts you. I’ll help you go through Diana’s phone if that’s what you need to find love again.” “Thank you so much,” she said, opening her arms. Humphrey hesitated but stepped forward and hugged her. “You’ll be free soon,” he said, tapping her back before pulling away. “So, um… how do you want this to work?” “It’s up to you, Mr. Humphrey. I don’t know your plans, but I need Diana’s phone for thirty minutes or less. I just want the number of that man. He is the only one who can heal me now.”

Poor Melinda had to be the most naive person she knew, flaunting her fiance's pictures without caution. She had loved Melinda so much, mostly because she could tolerate her spoiled attitude even though they didn't grow up together as typical siblings should, but the stranger in question took neither effort nor time to capture her heart. He had everything she had ever dreamed of in a man. And she was going to make him hers — unapologetically. Going as far as stealing his photos from Melinda's phone was way beyond infatuation or obsession, maybe. It could be true love, notwithstanding how one-sided it seemed to be at the moment.

“I’m still me.” “Are you?” she asked, stepping closer. “You think love makes you human, Kayla? Love is just another code—an impulse your body learned to obey. You could unlearn it.” “I won’t.” Her eyes darkened. “You already are.” The glass around us cracked, blue light seeping through. I reached for the fracture, but it pulsed like it was alive, crawling up my arm and burning beneath my skin. “Kayla!” Liam’s voice snapped through the haze.

The lady looked at me with that sad expression again. "Love sucks." I said. "all my life I imagined I was going to be one of those cliché, a wife, kids, a pet, a house with a pretty garden. Somewhere along the way that prospect got blurry and I saw another future, with someone else. But I fucked up, and now five years later I'm doing the same thing I did back then, I'm hurting her and I'm hurting me. Maybe love doesn't suck, maybe I suck at loving."

Livvy's POV Continued "Can you, see yourself, ever being able to love again?" I looked up at him, my hands still holding his shirt, his hands on my waist as his grip tightened, his eyes holding so many emotions yet I was still scared to say I could. Of course I could love you again, I still do in so many ways. I could love you stronger, build that love up, so long as it was us doing it together.

my heart lies with you just give me back my tears in vain just unbreak my heart my love and all the things that caused the pain come back and give me back your hug come back and give my love to me I can't live a single day without you you were my destiny you left me broken in thousand pieces and it reflects nothing to see I can't love again in life with all that is left is pain ◇PARV POV◇ What she mean she likes him am I the fool here loving her for all these years I loved her more than anything how can you do this candy he hurted you bloody he slapped but you said you like him

he had pleaded, taking her hands in his, but that didn't last a second. "l will never have another baby with you, Desmond. I don't love you anymore. My love for you has expired. You are just too weak and lacking in so many ways. You won't let go of your past and focus on us. You hang yourself onto your past, Desmond. I can't deal with that anymore "

That made Daniel's bankruptcy a side effect rather than a direct result. Her truth. "And did your truth include the fifty thousand dollars?" I said. Silence. The specific silence that had its own answer inside it. The same silence from the kitchen two nights ago. The loudest thing I had heard in weeks. "Vivienne," I said. "I was trying to—" "I love you," I said. She stopped. "I love you," I said again. "I have loved you my entire life and I will love you after this. That is not the question."

There was a coldness that had seeped into his voice that hadn't been there before. “I'm not saying you're a child. I'm just saying–” "That I can't be in love with you? That maybe I'm mistaken? That I probably just think I love you because the sex is great?” "Jordan, listen–" “No, you listen, Marissa! I love you. Hear that? I love you.” "Quit saying that!” I yelled. "Why!?” "Because you don't know me, Jordan! How can you love a person that you don't know? Love isn't that easy!" The words tumbled out of my mouth. “There are things about me that you don't know, Jordan.”