Cherish Unappreciated Song Novels & Stories

If anyone knows about the correct owner then please let me know, so I can credit them. The lyrics are so gushy! I want someone to sing this song to me. 😂 Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

“Say it in public and I’ll sue you for slander.” They chuckled together and Jim thought he could call it Defcon Two and breathe again. “May I ask you one last favor?” Her voice sounded upset again and Jim’s hand felt around for his bag. “Shoot.” “The song I sent you. It was one of my mom’s favorites ever and I love it. I know it’s in Spanish, and I can’t translate it for you right now. But it’d mean a lot if you listened to it and looked up the lyric.” “I’ll do it, promise.”

“That you’re pretty. Yeah, you know…” “Why does it matter?” She asked Jarred. “Who cares if I’m pretty or not, why is it of any relevance to anybody?” “It matters. Of course it matters. You can get a lot of money for being pretty. Look at your sister…” Tristan kept it up too. “Well… Unfortunately for me I am not about that.” “No? Okay, so tell us, what is it you like? What can we do to change your mind about us?” “Do? Nothing… I’m good thank you.”

The song is almost over and I feel like there is still so much undsaid. "Did you ever love me?" "F*ck yes I did. I still do. I didn't lie about that. I...I always imagined this would be us one day. I imagined this and a house full of kids and us being together forever. I loved you so f*cking much but being with you was killing me inside." I felt my stupid tears betray me and I leaned closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder. The song was over and he continued to hold me and I knew it looked bad but I needed it.

I said. "Oh, Jared, I don't know how to thank you!" Charlotte exclaimed, rushing over to hug me and kissing me on the cheek. This was too sudden. I stood there, shocked. We had broken up a long time ago, and what she did was inappropriate. "I'm so sorry. I was just so grateful. I couldn't help myself," she said, jumping back. "It's okay. I understand," I said, stepping back. "Sophia is so lucky to have you as her husband," she said, smiling.

Philip didn’t call or urge her, and she appreciated that. He got her. If Philip didn’t like men, maybe she would’ve married him instead. But life had played a cruel joke on her—she ended up marrying Micheal. And ended up like this. She took a cab to the park. It was empty by the time she arrived. Her phone was filled with messages from Isabella, urging her to come. She hadn’t replied to any. The silence was the most powerful weapon. For women like Isabella and Ruby—so full of guilt—the unknown was the most terrifying.

“Cause you know damn well I didn’t deserve that, oh I finna lose it, got me lookin’ stupid from now on ima be ruthless.” “Thought I was in love got me thinkin' to myself I wasn't enough I remember late nights all alone, waitin' by my phone just to see your name with a ringtone but you, never called you ain't ever cared, told me that you love me you were never there what did I do to deserve this treatment? Never thought you'd be the one that I caught cheated.” Every word of the song I’m singing is hurting me while looking at him, like every word is meant for him, I saw him keep staring at me while I was singing. I know he feel my pain because he's starting to look at me like he pities me so

I was about to walk away but she said. “Your demeanor will only arouse more hate.” She told me. Stopping, I turned to her, “What else am I supposed to do?” I asked, raising a brow for her to continue, “At least, not by increasing her wrath.” She sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. “Do I have better options?” I asked mockingly. “Cherish what you have.” She told me and left, leaving me flabbergasted about her words which induced an abrupt beat in my heart along with a smile.

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.

I was born with almost no sense that I deserved anything. The day I was born, I didn't think I deserved to actually be born in the delivery room, so I held onto my mother's umbilical cord for three days. It wasn't until she slipped away to the bathroom that I finally let go in relief, and dropped straight into the toilet. When I got kidnapped, I didn't think I deserved a seat in the trafficker's six-seat van. So, I wrapped myself around his leg and refused to get in. Then a sanitation worker rolled by pushing a garbage cart, and my eyes lit right up. I jumped on without a second thought. After that, the trafficker sold me eight separate times. Every single time, I handed the money ri