Fear Of Falling In Love Novels & Stories

“The danger. The proximity. We’re stuck in close quarters, sharing everything, going to social events.” “Or maybe it’s the first time someone’s actually made you feel safe. And seen. And wanted for more than your job title.” I stare into my cappuccino, heart thudding. “I’ve seen that look before, Jos. And it’s not lust. It’s fear of falling.”

Elena nodded slowly. But as Matteo left the office, one thought lingered in her mind. Working with Damon Moretti wasn’t the real problem. The real problem was something else. Something much worse. Because every time she argued with him… Every time they stood too close… Every time his eyes held hers just a second too long… It felt less like hatred. And more like dangerous chemistry. .

"I don't think I'll forgive myself after this." It broke my heart to see her like this, my sister is very good at hiding her emotions, when we were young Gabriella never believed in love. Her biggest fear was getting her heart broken. She always said 'love no one and no one can hurt you.' Till this day I always question why Gabriella is afraid of falling in love? Was it mama and papa or something else. "Do you want to keep it?" I questioned looking down at Gabriella. She pressed her lips together. "Before I didn't but now I'm not sure."

I put down the menu after I finally decide what I want to eat. "But now, what I believe is love moves in mysterious ways, and at some part, I find it scary, because one day, I might fall for someone while that someone is not capable of loving me back." At first, his opinion doesn't make sense to me, but when I think deeper, I can finally feel and understand his point. "I agree with you, love moves mysteriously, and that's scary, falling in love without noticing it." I gave my order before smiling in Hance's direction.

I step back, pulling my hand from his then clutching the edge of the kitchen island, my heart heavy with worry, my mind throbbing with doubts. As his devoted fan, I’ve always admired Hugh. That’s why it’s easy to fall in love with him. But now, faced with the possibility of really falling in love with him, a knot of fear tightens in my chest. Falling in love with him isn’t just a fantasy—it’s a dangerous temptation. I’m also a fan of Yvanna, and the thought of betraying her, of stepping into the romance that deservedly belongs to her, fills me with a sense of guilt that weighs heavily on my soul.

As night falls, Annika gets ready to head home, but the memory of that particular moment has stuck with her. There’s something about Bruce she adores so much, but does he feel the same way about her or is he merely friendly? He is new to the country and trying to be nice to everyone else. Maybe soon he will explore the city and maybe meet a person and forget about her. But tonight, it feels different He was so intimate with her in a way that she couldn’t explain. It was the first time a man made her feel this way. He made her feel so special. He made her miss him and yearn for him. She waited this long for this moment, but she is afraid for some reason. She asked herself, "Am I good enough f

I stopped believing in them when I was five years old and found out that Disney movies were made out of drawings on computers. So am I staying because I’m doggedly loyal, or because I’m falling in love? Because the first option is stupid… and the second scares the hell out of me. Almost as much as serial killers. Okay, not quite as much as serial killers. …okay, not nearly as much. But if you’d asked me a week ago what my number one fear was, it would have been falling in love with someone who would leave me. And in this room, lying by his side in the dead of night, it’s just as scary as it was a week ago.

“I do. All of it.” Claire blinked at him. “You do?” He nodded, a slow, shaky nod. “Yeah. Sometimes love feels like this giant mountain. You’re just standing there at the bottom, and it’s so big. And you’re wondering if you’ll ever be strong enough to climb it. Or if you’ll just fall halfway up. And it’s scary. Because what if you don’t make it?” That was it. The breaking point. They both cried then. Just let it out. Not loud, not dramatic—just quiet sobs between two people who understood the fear that came with loving someone too much.

I watched her closely if I could detect what she was thinking from her facial expression, but no such luck. “So, I am not diminishing the fact that your mom really appeared to you, but what I think is that we sometimes project what we fear. Maybe your fears became too loud and came in the form of your mother. Does that make sense?” “It does actually. But, I don't know why I am still apprehensive.” I rubbed my forehead wearily. All these worry was taking a toll on me. This was why they said do not fall in love. It causes more heartache than anything in the world. Take it from me.

"I want to give you that love but I am scared. What if you break my heart?" Patricia's heart palpitated. She was sure he could hear the soft thud of her heart. The vulnerability in his eyes spelt out his insecurity. "Can we give 'us' a try?"