Don't Lose Yourself Novels & Stories

I was going to lose myself. 💔

“Look, it’s a big move. But you’re not wrong—it’s together or nothing. Just don’t lose yourself in it.” The warning stuck with me as I left him to his breakfast. Lose myself. It was the one fear I hadn’t named, the one that kept me up at night. I’d fought so hard to hold onto who I was—angry, stubborn, free. Could I be that and be his too?

she whimper after a while staring at his face with Jane taking a deep breath and exhaling trying to hold back her tears avoiding his gaze. You just don't know Jane... what I'm going through... I don't even believe in myself, don't know who I am. Actually, One of the best times to find out about myself is to look at my heart and what do you really want in life? Right after deciding, I don't remember everything, but I tried... Losing the one you love is one thing. Losing yourself? is another. It's a bigger loss. I don't want that to happen again, after I found my heart choose today ... When you fought yourself for me to find the real me... I just wanted to be someone, to mean something to ever

Corinna looked at him for a moment. "You're right," she said. "Patience without discernment is waiting. But action without understanding what you actually have —" she held his gaze "— is how you lose assets you can never recover." The moderator moved on quickly, the way good moderators did when something in a panel suddenly had two layers. The room had felt it. Several people shifted in their seats. Someone in the third row leaned toward the person beside them. Dorian, she knew without looking, was somewhere in that audience.

At the space where something bigger almost stepped through me without asking. And I understand something I can’t undo. This isn’t just about winning. Or surviving. Or even choosing. It’s about how much of myself I lose every time I reach that far again. And whether there will be enough left when this is over to still call myself… me.

Stop flattering yourself. "Without you, I won't die; I'll only live better."

"Of wanting this. Of wanting you. Of losing myself again." He held her tighter. "You are not going to lose yourself. You are finding yourself. With me."

“Not yet. I want to be inside you when I lose it.” And then…..

Don't allow love to make you lose sight of your goals. I dropped the knife carefully and returned it to its hiding place. It was a symbolic gesture of self-affirmation, a promise not to allow hopelessness or the alluring pull of love deter me from following my path. My aim was unwavering, my purpose was clear, and my parents' memories were too valuable to be abandoned.

" ''No…. it's because he doesn't know the truth" "And you obviously think he would believe you even if you tell him?" "I'm praying towards that" "I understand, it's normal for you to run away from reality" She took my two hands and rub them affectionately "I'm not trying to make you to be like me, never…..I just don't want you to lose yourself chasing what is not meant to be….listen what will be will be and what will not be won't be. You don't have to hold on for so long, try your best, put your all give everything you can and when it's not working like you want it to, just walk away…it's better to walk away with full flesh, than to stay looking like a shadow of your own self"