Novel & Cerita Do I Deserve To Be Loved

She added, turning towards them before rushing off to her room. “I was scared to utter even a single word with you because I always thought I was given a great rescue by the marriage of mine with Harsha. I didn’t want to make them feel any uncomfort when they actually helped me to be alive. And I also know you will not be spared by the one person who thinks me as guilty more than anyone if I was normal with you. I tried to meet and I wished to cry, telling you how much I love you, but I always knew I didn’t deserve your forgiveness or anything else.” Mom said staring at me while I stared back with shock. “And now I don’t want to miss any time without being spent with you and I even know all

“Then why do you l‌ook like you want m‌e to?” “B‌ecause⁠ I do⁠n’t deserve you to stay.” A s‍mall sile⁠nce. Then she smi‌l‍ed faintly. “⁠Deserve has⁠ n‌othing to do with it, Damon. You think love is‌ earne‌d, but sometimes it’s just⁠… given.” ‌That shouldn’t have made me ache the way it d‌id. B⁠ut it did. E⁠very word from her seemed to find the places I thought were lon⁠g gone.

“You deserve to be happy. You don’t need to be saddled up with someone like me.” Something flashed in Emerson’s eyes, and Asher realized it too late. “You’re right. I don’t deserve that. I deserve someone that’s there for me, someone that loves me as much as I love him. I deserve someone that will work harder toward his goal to heal himself like I’ve done. I deserve to be seen, and I deserve to feel like I matter.” “I agree with that. You deserve more.”

You were here, and that matters. I want you to know something… you deserve love. Not the kind that demands perfection or asks you to hide pieces of yourself. Not the kind that chooses convenience over you.. not the kind that demands your body but fears commitment . You deserve a love that sees every scar, every fear, every flaw, and still says, “I choose you. Always.”

But I couldn’t stop myself from feeling it anyway. Because love doesn’t care about what we deserve. It just happens. Quietly. Helplessly. Even here, behind bars.

"Karla, you don't have to sleep with boys to get them to like you." She snorted a burst of laughter. "I don't care if he likes me. I just need him to do what I want." "Baby, that's not how love works." "I don't deserve love. That's been made quite apparent to me by the boys at our school." He pulled her close, his expression going soft, as if he wanted to cry. "My girl, you deserve love just like everyone else, but first you have to love yourself. You have to care enough about yourself to demand that people love you rather than giving them what they want for the moment." He caressed her cheek, cupping it with his hand. "You are an amazing girl, Karla, and you're going to be an amazing woman.

My mind quickly retracted back to the night of the LAB awards when I overheard them talking on the phone, when I heard her say 'I love you' to him. "I deserve to be loved in a way that I give. I deserve for someone to love me wholeheartedly without having to try. I deserve everything. I deserve someone who chooses me. I thought about this a lot and reflected on it." She told me. "And that person isn't Dean. As much as I wanted it to be, it isn't." I wondered how heartbreaking that must've feel like.

Full of unspoken truths, of how far we'd both come, of what we'd both gone through, and how much had tried to break us before this. And somehow, we were still here. “You know,” I said, after a beat, turning towards him, “It's like I just wait for bad things to happen. Like maybe… maybe I'm too happy. Maybe I don't deserve it. He caught my face in his hands so gently, as if I'd escape from him if he didn't hold on. “Love is not something you earn, baby. It's not a prize you win for surviving hell. It's something you get because you're human, because you feel. And you deserve it more than anyone I've ever known.”

Gloria finally said, her voice low and steady, “that’s not an easy question to answer. But there is one thing I am sure of—love is not about whether you deserve it or not. Love has no such conditions.” Rosa shook her head, her shoulders stiffening. She folded her arms across her chest as if trying to hold herself together because she felt like she could break down any second. “I don’t know… after everything that happened, especially in the past five years. I am not a perfect person, but what did I ever do to deserve such betrayal? My own friend Sheena and even my stepsister planned to ruin me,” her voice cracked, and tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Won't that be cheating him and the word 'love'? Sometimes we know we love someone with everything in us but are still afraid to put it in words and acknowledge them. We feel as if we are not what they deserve, that they deserve the world. A fear pull us down. But doesn't the word love mean, overcoming all the fears and blooming like a flower in monsoon? If they don't deserve you, be the one they deserve. _____