Do I Deserve To Be Loved Novels & Stories

I didn't have that coffee; I had to leave because I was suffocating. I stood near the bridge and gazed out across the lake. "Don't I deserve love???," I cried as tears streamed down my cheeks. "I came here to meet him after 4 years" He has no idea how much I miss him, and it's possible that he has never loved me. That is the reason why it was easy for him to move on. What wrong did I do that I had to deserve this???I am always good to everyone, I never Ill treat anyone. Why should I deserve this??. Will I never get love???," I questioned myself.

He had tears in his eyes as she sat before her friend. "Ben, I spoke with a large and concerned group of your friends last night. We can all see you're hurting. The pain's source isn't quite clear, but I think I can make a few educated guesses. Much of your past is still unknown to us, but from what we've pieced together, we see that you don't believe you're worthy of being loved. You did an amazing job of bringing Beth back to her vivacious self by showing her what a fun, wonderful, and loving person she is. You helped me by reminding me I was a loving person who had so much to offer and deserved to be loved. Yet, you continue to fail to take that same message into your own heart. I don't k

“I understand your anger, your proactiveness when it comes to him. I might have misunderstood your feelings before, but now I know clearly.” He waited for the words to make impact before he continued. “But now, I need you to hear me very clearly. If the only reason you’re refusing to be loved… refusing to let yourself be happy… is because you think you don’t deserve it… then you are wrong. Completely, utterly wrong.” Tears welled in Miranda’s eyes.

"Elena, I want you to consider something. You've spent your whole life equating safety with worthiness. You thought if you could just achieve enough, be successful enough, build a life impressive enough, then you'd finally deserve love. But that's backwards." "What do you mean?" "You deserve love because you exist. Not because you've earned it through achievement. And choosing safety over risk isn't wrong—but you're choosing safety because you still don't believe you deserve good things without suffering for them first." The words crack something open in my chest. "I don't know how to believe I deserve good things," I admit. "Every good thing I've ever had, I've lost. My dad left. Relationsh

I focused on the one who had treated me with respect, loved me at my darkest, and continued to choose me after everything I had done. He was never supposed to be mine, he was never destined for me and I knew why. I didn’t deserve him. I would never deserve him but I had him and I wasn’t going to let go. He was giving me a chance, one I didn’t deserve but one I didn’t take lightly. In this life, I would cherish him. In this life, I would spend every day making him happy. In this life, I would do everything I could to love him the way he loved me. In this life, I would never deserve him but I could give him the love he deserved.

I deserve to stay lonely and heartbroken. I don't think I'm lucky enough to have someone real. Lucky enough to have someone who knows how to love. Lucky enough to have someone who is okay with me expressing myself. Lucky enough to have someone who will want me to be happy. I don't think I can get that, probably do not deserve love, this is why I get this. It's hard but it's reality. Everytime I find something pure to love, I turn it into a obsession and get obsessed. I can't love anyone. Including myself. And I can't let anyone love me. I sat down in the park for a while admiring the nature with my eyes. The world is so beautiful. Even it doesn't deserve to have such cruel and heartless peop

“When I see you, all I think about is how you deserve more than a contract. You deserve to be loved, cherished—everything that Damon said you weren’t. You deserve someone who sees you for who you really are.” Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I looked up at him, searching for the truth in his words. Did he really see me? Did he truly want me? “You don’t know what you’re saying. I…” I trailed off, knowing all too well how society had conditioned me to believe I was unworthy of genuine love.

Hailey’s eyes watered emotionally. “Why are you this nice to me?” She asked. “Why do you love me this much? Do you think I deserve it? Even Lovelyn couldn’t love me this much. What have I done to deserve a person like you? I have caused so much hurt to people. I ought to punished, not blessed with a deep lover like you.” Ryan shut her lips and pulled her close for a hug. “Everyone deserves love,” he told her stroking her back softly. “You are no different. Stop looking down on yourself.”

He told himself it would pass. He had a job that drained him. A schedule that left him mentally empty by the time he got home. Romance felt like something reserved for weekends, or vacations, or a future version of himself who had more energy. He told himself that love wasn’t about fireworks or constant reassurance, it was about showing up. Paying the bills. Coming home at night. Not cheating. Not yelling. He believed those things mattered more than words ever could. He thought that should be enough.

That part hurt more. “But loving him isn’t the same as being loved back.” I paused. Then straightened my spine. “And you deserve both.” I said it again. Louder this time. “I deserve both.” Because I needed to start believing it. Even if my body screamed otherwise. Even if my heart hadn’t caught up yet. Even if every part of me still felt like it belonged in his arms.