Getting Back Together With An Ex Novels & Stories

Like badly needed. What should I do? I want an ex back from some years ago and he is not good for me. We’ve been talking but it seems like it’s just me who wants something. But he did say I’m special to him? Ughhh! Help???

My pride had been stepped upon. I couldn't still believe the fact that I would get to do this for him one day. I understood the reason why he broke up with me back then, and I found the reasons to be a good excuse. He made a mistake. If we are really destined to be together. My feelings would come back for him, and then everything would be okay. I can perhaps consider things again or? Let me see. "Woah! Are you doing all of this because I'm sick? Nothing else?" He smirked after he asked those questions.

It came out more like a question then an answer but she just smiled happily at me. "Great. Because I was thinking, maybe we could talk about....getting back together again? You know, rekindle old moments together and start over? Cos I really want you back Jonathan. I've never wanted anyone more then I want you right now and I know you still feel the same about me. I know it was a stupid thing to kiss Jake behind your back, and I promise it won't happen again. So, what do you say?"

I took out my phone and sent a message. “Just saw Theo. He and his ex-wife are getting back together, starting from zero. I'm happy for him. Miss you.” A few minutes later, the reply came. “Happy for him too. And grateful for our own zero point. See you at the weekend.”

I roll my shoulders back, sticking up my chest as much as I can. “He is mine!” “I heard you guys already broke up.” Her long artificial lashes flutter over her light green eyes. “It…it doesn't matter. Now that I am back in Texas, we are going to rekindle our love.” Are they really going to get back together? But Jerry said— “Leave now!” That snaps me out of my thoughts. I exhale again. “I don't want to argue with you. Now, if you will excuse me…” I pick the cup back up and walk past her.

I asked again. “My obnoxious ex,” she sighed, rubbing into her temples. “I don’t want to talk about him.” I arched a brow. “So… how are we getting them back together?” I smirked, leaning back in my chair.

"How have you been?" "Okay. I've been better, but I'm okay." "Yeah, well - look Bobby, I'm sorry for what I did. I was nervous and unsure and well, hey, marriage is a big step and I was scared. But I've had time to think about it and I realize that I love you enough to want to try. Can we get back together?" "For how long? Until another boyfriend comes back to town and you need to go and see if the spark is still there?"

I wasn't even sure if he had figured out the truth about what I was keeping as a secret. "We are not going to stay together for a long time. You should use this opportunity to find out who your heart wants. I would make sure to support you in the best way that I can." I stated supporting him. "I still have to respect this marriage." He continued his statement. "It is not a bad thing to get back together with your ex; it is obvious that she regrets her mistakes and she wants to get back together with you now. A lot of men are fighting in order to get close with the Almighty Clarke." Even as a lady, I have always admired her in the modeling industry.

I had to keep my distance this time. I couldn’t go down that road now. Even though we’d cleared up the past, it didn’t mean we’d get back together or anything like that. Marcos had moved on, with a family now, and I had no right to disrupt that. No matter how much shit happened between us in the past, that’s what our story was: the past. And it would stay that way. I took a shower and got ready for the next day. I’d leave as early as possible and try to spend the rest of the day with my dad. It was clear we needed to make up for lost time.

Abe's pov There came a point when regret stopped being enough. I'd spent weeks replaying memories. Weeks wondering what would've happened if I'd loved Diane better. Weeks apologizing to myself instead of doing something about it. I was done. If there was even the smallest chance of getting her back... I was going to take it. Not by forcing her. Not by manipulating her. But by showing her the man I should've been all along. I was late arriving at the joint office that Monday morning.