Heart I Didn't Want To Need You Novels & Stories

I know that if I do, my resolve will go up in flames. “I’m not asking for anything from you other than a chance.” Derrick’s desperate words pierce right through my heart, causing the foolhearty organ to take off in my chest. “I know you don’t feel the same driving need as me to be near you.” His fingers intertwine with mine, pulling at the strings of my treacherous heart as sparks erupt between our fingers.

“You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself to get attention from the other party.” “So sweetheart. Pursue your dreams and wait for the right one to come. But if it don’t eventually come. Then know it wasn’t meant to be. I only hope you don’t end up bitter like me.” At the word ‘bitter’, she released her from the hug and spoke into her eyes. “I know you’ll find your better half soon. I’m sure you would.” “Thanks mum.” They hugged once more briefly and afterwards washed the dishes before departing to their

Feeling used, But I'm still missing you, And I can't see the end of this, Just want to feel your kiss against my lips, And now all this time is passing by, But I still can't seem to tell you why, It hurt me every time I see you, Realize how much I need you, I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you, Don't want to but I can't put anybody else above you, I hate you, I love you, You want her, you need her, And I'll never be her, A warm tear fell from her eyes. She wipes it slowly with the back of her hand. She curled up her body in the bathtub. This song really tunes with her state right now. Her heart feels a bit ached. I don't mean no harm, I just miss you on my arm, Wedding bells were j

“I never wanted you to get hurt because of me.” “But I am hurt,” I said, my voice trembling. “Not because of the police, or the school, or any of this other chaos. I’m hurt because you keep shutting me out. Because you don’t trust me enough to let me in.” Nathan closed his eyes, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Mel,” he said quietly. “Yes, I do,” I insisted. “I’m asking for honesty. I’m asking for a chance to be your partner, not just someone you think you need to protect. Is that really too much to ask?”

She leaned closer, lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear. "I love you, Wyck. I've loved you since we were kids stealing kisses down by the creek. I never stopped, even when I thought I'd lost you forever." The admission tore free like a bird long caged. "You have to come back to me," she implored raggedly. "You have my whole heart, Wyck Crockett. Always." Her whispered confession echoed in the small room, punctuated only by the steady beep of the monitors. Harper laid her head down near his shoulder, still clasping his hand. Helpless tears dripped onto the stark sheets.

Every postponed dinner and canceled plan had rested on that belief. “I can come to Boston,” he said. “I’ll reduce my work at St. Gabriel and find a position here.” Once, that would have been enough to break me. Now I only felt tired. “I don’t need you to prove what you are willing to sacrifice.” “Then what do you want?” “Nothing from you anymore.” That finally stopped him. After a moment, he asked, “Is this because of Matteo Bellini?” “No.” “Do you like him?” I did not answer.

"NEED" "YOU"

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

I asked my heart as I placed my hand on the left side of my chest. {Batum, Batum, Batum} I could hear it beating repeatedly. The insane emotion made me shut my eyes. “Calm down. Calm down”. I took deep breaths and tried to make myself calm down, but it didn't work, causing me to open my eyes. “No, this won't do. I must meet him. I can't keep on waiting for him to come”. I said and stood up from the sofa, before making my way outside the house, where I saw him breaking his car's plate number.