Getting Over Unrequited Love Novels & Stories

Cecilia Of course I put on my big girl pants and bailed him. What is unrequited love? A great sacrifice of yourself. You would be happy and ecstatic for days with just a look or a waving finger from him. You know very well that no matter what you do, he will never love you and he doesn't owe you anything. I willingly gave him the power to hurt me. I had it coming. So I didn’t go meet him at the hotel for whatever he planned.

“I’m not that girl anymore. I don’t need you to love me to know that I’m worth something. It’s too late, Adrian. All of this—us—it’s already finished.” *** Adrian watched her hand drop from her face. The distance between them feeling like a chasm he could never bridge. He stayed exactly where he was. The rejection didn't feel like a sharp cut; it felt like a slow, crushing weight on his lungs. For a man who had spent his life winning, the finality in her voice was a sensation he didn't know how to process.

He said. I know. It was like a warning sign telling me to back off and let go of that feeling. But something held me back. What my dad put me through three years ago made me unable to let go of this feeling, this unrequited love, this longing, this loss. It's like I wanted to hold on to it, to kill myself. If I have to die, I just want to die from this disease. It's like my own punishment. I got up off the bed.

"That's illegal." "I don't care. I love you and I want to be the only one to have your child-" "Get out." "Diego-" "GET OUT!" His voice shook the windows. "You stole my genetic material and illegally impregnated yourself. And what do you think I'd do? Be happy about that and accept it?" "I thought you'd understand! You want a child so badly you're paying some whore to carry-" "Don’t. You. Dare" "I'm giving you one for free! Out of love!"

“She spent years believing she wasn’t good enough. Believing no one could ever truly love her… Do you understand that? Do you understand the pain of unrequited love?” That shuts me up, because no matter what I want to believe… he’s right. Both Mom and Sierra suffered the same fate by loving men who didn’t love them back. “As long as she isn’t married, you still have a chance, Noah,” he says gently. “You can’t give up on her just yet.”

"Of course you would think that Lea, you're my best friend. Vincent isn't the type of man who can fall in love, he's shown me that several times. Our relationship is just a transaction, we both benefit from each other's company, enjoy each other's bodies and that's it." "Okay, don't even think about sulking without getting any clarification. I think you should own up to your feelings and just express them. Don't shove them inside and cause heartache for yourself. I know the pain of unrequited love, I suffered the same pain once before but Carl helped me heal till my heart opened up to him." I mustered a warm smile remembering the heart wrenching experience of Leanne's past. She had loved som

Maybe a few bills thrown her way, and I’d be done. But I couldn’t even think of her that way now. I hated myself for even trying to. Because what we had… or what I thought we had, felt real. It was real—to me, at least. What the hell do I do now? How do I unlove her? How do I unlearn the way her voice calmed me, the way her touch steadied my chaos? How do I erase the laughter, the warmth, the nights we shared? How do I move on from this betrayal without bleeding out in the process?

"Jack, why do you keep thinking I'm tricking you? Is my sincerity so worthless to you? Forget it, Jack. We're not the same. The past is my own fault. I've accepted it and paid the price. From now on, let's just keep our distance... " Before I could finish, Jack became so agitated that he seemed ready to explode. "Ariana! What nonsense are you saying? We're childhood sweethearts! Eight years! How could you just casually deny it? How could you be so heartless? Look at the man in front of you! What's so good about him? Does he have money? Is he handsome? He—" This time, I interrupted him, "Shut up! Joshua is my fiancé. You have no right to criticize him in front of me! Please get out!"

The answer, it seems, is slipping through my fingers like sand. But I can't let this defeat consume me entirely. I refuse to be drowned in my own sorrow. If Michael has chosen Abigail, then I must find a way to accept it, even if it shatters my heart into even smaller fragments. I must find the strength to move on, to let go of this unrequited love that has held me captive for so long. But how? How can I erase the memories, the feelings that have intertwined themselves so deeply within me? How can I heal this wounded heart when every beat reminds me of what I've lost?

Just waits. "Since we were teenagers, probably. And I know—I know he doesn't see me that way. He's still in love with his dead wife and now he's apparently interested in you and I just—" My voice cracks. "I can't seem to let it go." "Unrequited love is awful," Sera says simply. "It's one of the hardest things to move past." Sera sighs, "And there's nothing between Edward and me, we will only ever be friends." She explains even though she doesn't have to.