Getting Over Unrequited Love Novels & Stories

and besides Xander also most probably are great 'friends' i might act like I know what to achieve and have amazing parents but sometimes I just want to tell someone what I feel and they can understand me for once in my life! for some reason everyone I fucking love just leaves me, I just fucking don't know anymore. I just wish that someone understands me and that I'm not alone, even if it seems like I am. I know there is someone, it's just maybe I never met them. could Mattheo be like that... or maybe Xander...

"Love? Do you even understand what that means, Mr. Cook?" He was stunned. "Love is like a sudden wave of hormones. Once they're gone, love will be gone as well." As she spoke, she looked at Xavier. "I used to like him. But when he hurt me over and over again, my love for him turned into hatred. He showed me how miserable I was. I've returned this time to show him that he isn't that great. I wanted to prove I could get him whenever I wanted!" Xavier looked deeply at her. Every word she said felt like a knife stabbing his heart.

I closed my eyes wearily, and listened as Lucy asked me, "Do you still love him?" Where are my lips and I answered with difficulty. "I love him." My love for Carlo had lasted 9 years. This feeling wasn't something that could go away quickly. Maybe the ending, this time, was another form of fulfillment. She needs to be willing to lose in a game of unrequited love. Lucy asked cautiously, "So you're going to come back to the city of Seattle when you get better?" I answered her with another question: “Who will I be when I return?”

Sadie takes Sylvia’s right hand in hers as she says “I’m sure that you must be tired from your long trip, but first we need to tell you about Noah.” Sylvia notices for the first time since arriving that the tears are welling up in her best friend’s eyes as an uneasy feeling washes over her before Sadie says “Noah passed away three weeks ago. In his sleep. I didn’t want to tell you in a letter.” Paul grasps his wife’s free hand with his calloused hands as he asks “Sylvia, where is Phillip? Why isn’t he with you? Is he coming on a later stage?” It’s Sylvia’s turn to share, but her breath stops and the words catch in her throat as she thinks of her fiancé who should be here with her on this tr

She even tried calling his phone but it went straight to voicemail and after several trials, she simply gave up. Thinking about it, she felt bad of course. She had led him on and then broke his heart. Why couldn’t just be in love with him? Everything would be so simple. He would love her, care for her and all she had to do was date him and not compare him to Nicholas but even that in itself was almost impossible. She could not not compare him to Nicholas and she couldn’t stop thinking about Nicholas.

In the end, she pulled me out of the darkness. But my grandmother passed away. Zoey accompanied me to hold the funeral. My parents never showed up. I had long given up on trying to contact them. Naturally, Zoey and I became lovers. After graduating, I went straight to work at her company. In the past, I didn't care how other people teased me. But today, it was Zoey who spoke that name. That shattered my self-deception. Later, Zoey fell into a deep sleep. I sat on the balcony, gazing at the window, and spent the whole night smoking.

I couldn't stand in their way, knowing firsthand the pain of unrequited love. I forced a smile. He didn’t return it and kept looking down at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "I will be okay," I whispered, my voice wobbling as I tried to hold back the tears, but a few escaped anyway. "I have Jess," I reminded him. It was hurtful to know that that's all I had. Jess. But that’s true. I didn’t have anyone but her now. "I will move in with her. And then, I will find my own place," I assured him. I sniffled, trying to be strong. "And it’s not like we are never going to meet again. I will come to visit," I said with a fake smile, but my voice was shaky with emotions and tears were streaming down my f

she asked. Her question put Zero in the moment of silence. “See, you can’t answer it, right? Because I knew that you tried to fall too. And let me ask you… does moving on so easy to achieve?” Zero. “…” “No, Zero. It will not be as easy as counting numbers because you’re dealing with the heart, as your mind. So, if you’re throwing that question to me, my answer is NO—I will not be okay, Zero. Yes, I can do it, but it takes a process. This is unrequited love—I love you, but YOU don’t love me! So, please, avoid telling me that thing until I get back home!” she exclaimed and put down the comb on the table, and she left the room.

She stared into his brown eyes. Unrequited love is the worst. It never quenches your thirst. When you love someone the most, but they treat you like a ghost. You don't exist to them, even if they're your gem. It hurts your heart and tears you apart. Your soul gives a desperate plea, for them to just see, that you're right in front of their eyes. Only once it's too late, they realize. It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest.

He’d tell her the mural was nearly finished, he’d laugh nervously, he’d ask her to come see it. And maybe she would. Maybe she’d walk into his chaotic studio and let herself belong to something unplanned, just once. But as quickly as the fantasy bloomed, she smothered it. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Because unrequited love wasn’t just about someone not loving you back. Sometimes, it was about loving someone but refusing to let yourself fall. Sophia rolled onto her back again, blinking against the burning in her eyes. “Get it together,” she whispered to the dark.