He Didn't Love Me Until I Left Novels & Stories

He stopped loving me. He broke up with me. He said that he didn't feel the same way anymore. He said that we had grown apart. He said that it was over. He said goodbye. He left me shattered and broken. He left me without an explanation or a reason or a closure. He left me without a second thought or a glance back or a tear in his eye.

Since they left me trembling and weak, begging for more even when I swore I wouldn’t? A bitter little smile curled at my mouth. Stupid, stupid me. I’d already decided to leave him. Months of clawing my way out of this sick fantasy that love was enough. Months of choking on the truth until I finally spat it out: I could live without him. I could stand without him. And yeah, walking away would bleed me dry, because I still loved him, fuck, I loved him, but love had never been enough to stop the wounds from festering. But last night… Last night he’d been different. Touching me like I was still his, holding me like a man staring down the barrel of losing everything.

The love I thought I had for him was completely gone. ********************************* Thanks for reading. Please vote 😘😘😘😘😘

It’s like a whole new person in front of me. “Hugo,” I kept on uttering. I heard his silent chuckles. He caress me and hugged me back. “Hugo,” I whined as my tears slowly build up on my eyes. “W-why didn’t you tell me? Why? ” I whined again. "I want you to love me as me, not the Hugo who left you a long time ago." I let go of my hug with him. His eyes are softly looking at me. “Yes, you left me a long time ago. You told me you’ll never leave me. ”

"She never once said anything bad about him. Even when he left her like a used tissue she said nothing. I don't think he ever loved her." There it was, the cold, harsh truth. "She loved him, and he broke her heart." I looked down at my lap. "I broke someone's heart, too." Someone I love so very much. "That's not the same." He shook his head. "You didn't tell Justin that you loved him," he said. How he figured out it was Justin I was talking about I had no idea. "You didn't make him believe that you would never leave him." No. In fact, I'd told him that I was going to leave. But things had changed when I told him that all the grad schools I had applied to where nearby.

Because I knew… if I did, I wouldn’t be able to leave. I got into the car, and the moment the door closed, my tears fell uncontrollably. Through the window, I saw him. Standing there. Watching me leave. “Goodbye, my love,” I whispered. The car slowly drove away from the mansion. That mansion. The place where I once belonged. The place where I grew up. The place where the family I once called mine pushed me away. And the place where the man I loved… found someone else to give him the love and attention I could no longer offer.

His words broke something deep inside me—not because I didn’t love him, but because I knew that once we left this terrace… there would be no us. And the love he had for me would turn to hatred. -----

I wouldn't just stand and let him tell me how much he loves her and I was nothing, just his I couldn't lie thing. I wouldn't show him how much he had broken me again. Maybe it was my mistake. I expected too much. "You're being unreasonable." I whirled harshly. "I loved you for six years and all I get back is you can't love me." He halted on his steps, stared at me with a blank expression. Again, he didn't know anything. Why couldn't you just love me once? Was I that bad? "You want to know why I left? I left you because I was in love with you and you weren't."

“You were perfect. You were everything I could have ever asked for. The only mistake was mine.” She let out a shaky laugh, bitter and raw. “And now you show up, years later, expecting me to what? Thank you? Forgive you? Let it all go and start afresh? “No,” I said, voice hoarse. “I don’t expect anything. Not forgiveness, not trust. But I need you to know the truth—that I left not because I stopped loving you, but because I was too weak to fight for us.” The silence between us was crushing. The sound of the ceiling fan, the rustle of paper receipts on the counter, the faint hum of the city outside—it all seemed too loud.

"God, I love her so much, mother. And I believe she also loved me—" "No, son. She didn't love you. If she did, she wouldn't hurt you the way she did," she said to him then suddenly pulled him into a hug. "But why does everyone I love always leave me?" He blurted out and began to let the tears fall freely. "I loved my parents so much, yet, they left me here and travelled out like I was nothing! I loved my brother so much too, but… but…" his voice trailed off as he burst into another ton of tears.