Falling In Love Alone Novels & Stories

I made up my mind to take up the offer after all because it was the only option left for me. I had fallen in love with Oliver on that very first night I met him at that club. He had captivated every part of me and that feeling intoxicated me so much that I did not go through my PTSD when we made love that night. I got pregnant after that and I searched for him. Not because I wanted to trap him with the child but because I did not have any money to take care of the baby.

"We're born and die alone. We don't know what it's like to be born, we don't know what it's like to die, we only know that there's only one way to enter and leave this world: Alone! In the meantime, we spend our time wanting to cling to someone, looking for companionship, acceptance, love, and affection, only to end up alone in the same way. Now let's stop talking about this and watch this cat stop fooling around and finally kiss the girl!" And silently, the three fixed their eyes on the TV screen, hoping that the hero would kiss his beloved, break his pride and tell her he loved her, although they knew that would only happen at the end of the series. Cloe was so happy that Milla slept with

I feel the stinging behind my eyes and just want to be left alone. I turn to walk fast to my floor and solitude. Closing my door and leaning against the door I sink on the floor. I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. I let them. I don’t usually cry, but now I feel so utterly alone. For years I have attended every fucking event and happening, every stupid party and game at school in hopes of finding my other half. The only one who makes me complete as a person and as an alpha. The one who I can cherish and love. The one who will fall asleep in my arms and the one who I will wake up with. The one who argues with me about the small and unimportant things and then we make up. The one who

and I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Oh, oh I got tired of waiting Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

You want people to notice you when you're together. You feel an aliveness that could only be understood by someone who has been in love. It feels like flying or falling, but a good kind of falling. Have you ever been alone in your room and your favorite song comes on and you get so lost in dancing, only realizing that you were lost in the moment once the moment was over?... It's a lot like that. You can truly be yourself and are just in the moment all the time.

My palm shook as I pushed it to my flat stomach. How could this be happening? How could I raise a child alone? How could I ever tell him? I closed my eyes, his words resonating in my mind like a curse. “Love is weakness.” A sob erupted from my lips. I slapped my palm over my lips, attempting to stop the tears screaming through me. I was alone. Completely, absolutely alone. Later that night I snuggled up on my worn-out couch, knees clutched to my chest. The city lights flashed through the shattered slats. My flat was peaceful except for the ticking of the antique clock on the wall.

🎶Alone by Alan Walker. 🎶If this night is not forever...🎶 🎶At least we are together...🎶 🎶I know I'm not alone...🎶 "You'll never be alone my love," she heard a whisper in the wind. With her eyes closed she couldn't tell if it was Ace or her imaginative voice but right at that moment, dancing in his arms, her head resting on his arms in a beautiful garden she knew she wasn't alone tonight and if she wakes up alone tomorrow then she'd treasure tonight's memory for the rest of her life.

Let us not forget eating alone, sitting alone, sleeping alone, and doing everything alone. Tears are continuously flowing from my eyes, thinking about my past. A painful past. Why, God, am I alone? Why do I not have anyone I can love? Why do I not have anyone who loves me? Am I that bad? When will this get over? Why can't you call me Mama? I want to come to you. Tell me, mama, tell me. I do not want to live anymore. Call me Mama, please. I cry as loud as I can. I know no one will hear me here.

This New Year, which is tomorrow, I’m going to be completely alone. No calls, no laughter, no “Happy New Year, Holly!” Just silence. And the unbearable weight of what I’ve done. I close my eyes, letting the tears fall freely now. Fuck! I hate my life right now as everything just keeps falling apart.

“Starla… I’m here.” His voice trembled. “I’m sorry, Starla. I lied to you.” He closed his eyes, memories of her laughter, her warmth, her smile flashing through his mind. “The truth is… I fell in love with you a long time ago. I never just saw you as my niece.” His chest tightened as he whispered, “Wendy was never my fiancée. The wedding, the photos—it was all fake. “I don’t love her. The only person I’ve ever loved… is you.”