Confused In Love Novels & Stories

He smiled at me, his green eyes boring into my brown ones. “Then I guess you can tell me what I can do?” I shrugged. “This,” He leaned closer, and he kissed me. There was no tongue, but he planted his lips on mine. He didn’t seem like someone who was in a rush. I was surprised and blinked at him when he pulled back. “No." he shook his head. “I’m sorry.” I looked at him, confused. “No, it’s not your fault.” He got up. “I thought I was ready. I have to go.” He grabbed his jacket and walked out.

* Janice's POV Lucy and I walk out of our last class, Computer science,with our bags straddle over our shoulders. I study the look on her face as she stares down at her feet while we make our way out of the hall. "What's wrong?"I ask her and she snaps her head up to meet my gaze. She sighs and shakes her head. "It's nothing. I'm just worried about Eric and what he'll say when you tell him we almost got caught yesterday." She tells me in a low, uncertain voice. I almost chuckle at the worry laced in her voice. I lift my left hand up and poke her right cheek.

He uttered. “But, remember that I will not give up. Once I’m done solving my problems, I will pursue you.” My eyes widened at what he told me. I can’t even utter a word. “Goodnight, Fely. I love you.” He said and ended the call. Despite of his confession, I still can’t believe it. It wouldn’t sink in my mind that Drake… love me. I dozed off to sleep past 2 AM and woke up 6 in the morning.

Clearly, she hadn't expected my question, and who could blame her? "I'm sorry if that came out of nowhere, "I rush to explain, "I'm just curious, is all. You both seem so happy now, and considering everything I know about the beginning of your relationship, I guess you could say that I'm confused." Ava is the only person I know whose love life was remotely, if not more, complicated than mine. If anyone can offer me some semblance of clarity, it's her. She purses her lips, eyes shifting back to her mug, "I guess it is a bit confusing." she admits, lips twitching.

he cried. I felt Lorenzo's shoulders shake as I stood there immobile. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to stop my heart from sinking back in the mud. Two years ago, I was dreaming of this. Lorenzo, crying in my shoulders, apologizing and regretting all the d*mn things he did to me. Two freaking years ago, I imagined him crying his eyes out while confessing to me how much he loved me. It seemed to be just wishful thinking, but now that it was happening, those dreams had already vanished and I was no longer asking for it anymore.

The questions keep troubling me. My mind creates this image of a guy madly in love with a very pretty girl. It feels so picture-perfect. But as I feel the burnt edges of the diary, I feel unsettled. His hands were blown off from this diary. Somehow, I have assumed that this diary is about a guy who doesn’t get his girl and that’s

While the man stood at the entrance, she headed inside. So, her little boyfriend arranged for her to get flowers as a token of his love. He’s romantic, but I’m not going to care since I’m going to kill him today. Camille is a personal possession of mine. Fuck! Right now, I hate myself. Why do I have such a strong passion for my wife that I would kill for her? I’d like to hear more of her chanting my name on top of that table. Is it possible that I’m head over heels in love with her? Why am I so confused about my own feelings? Do I really love her? No, I am not capable of falling in love, that love is like speaking Hindi to me. That is impossible. Well, if this is love, this kind of love is v

i can't do anything nor say anything. I do have feelings for Adrian but..I'm still doubting if it's love or not.. Oh gush..I'm so confused. How did i even reach here!? ❣.....❣

I'm messing with how I feel, and I don't know what to do. I was in love with my best friend until I met this girl, which complicated things. At this moment, I don't know my true feelings. It sucks because it's driving me crazy. They're both matters, and I don't want to lose them. This fucking marriage is shit! When would I find the way into this maze? I want to get out of it in no time. ~~~ I arrived at the office around nine am, and Natalie talked with this familiar face. Ally was having a conversation with her as I slowly approached. I seemed to be an air to her like she didn't see me. She just went by like splash.

From a one night stand, we spent more than one night at a time, to getting engaged so that she would be free from the demands of marriage. Was our relationship just an obsession? Sex? Or was it what I can call and believe in now? "Sorry ...." I got up from the sofa we were sitting on to reach for the glass of mineral water on the table. Before drinking, I shook my head as I said, "I swear, I'm confused. I don't know what kind of woman I'm in love with." Love? I wasn't even sure what love itself looked like this time. I was increasingly afraid that the people around us would become the next victims of an obsession forced under the pretext of love.