Hey Idiot I Love You Novels & Stories

- You don't need to explain yourself. - Luna, try to understand... - Trying to understand? I tilt my head to the side and I'm really holding myself back from laughing. - I'm tired of suffering, of course because that's all you did to me. – His eyes were teary – Even the good times turned bad. You can leave me! I'll take care of your business until you get out of here. - Sorry, Luna I know I was an idiot and I always am. But whenever I said I loved you it was true or rather true.

He put all this together to prove to me how serious he is? I am such an idiot. I can’t believe I thought he was running around on me, and I was about to break up with him. I am such an idiot. “Chelsea what’s wrong? You look like you’re not happy?” “No, Jeremy, it’s not that, it’s just…. I’m an idiot.” “No baby you’re not. Talk to me. What made you think that you are?” “I would rather not. It’s embarrassing. Can we just forget about it, and you tell me what else you have planned for tonight?”

This is all that you get for being reckless. A moment of silence. " And. I LOVE YOU TOO.,! " she shouts. " You must be stupid not to have figured it all out? " and her lips are pressed harshly and eagerly against mine. I leave her an entry open letting her tongue explore my mouth. I wasn't fighting her, it was pretty obvious. I was just enjoying what was happening until she breaks away to catch her breath. I was happy.., smiling like an idiot in front of her. " See, that's how much of an idiot you are!"

His words still stuck in my head. Yngrid. I'm sorry but I want to be honest with you about my feelings. It's hard to pretend that I love you when I'm not. Sorry if I spend so much of your time but please forgive me. I'm breaking up with you, I beg you please don't message me again.

"I'm only going to say this once, so burn it into your memory, Levi. There is no one who can make me feel like you do. I love you. I love Remus. I love that I had Remus with you. I love that you're clingy. I love that you can keep up with me and get jealous easily and are so loyal you'd do anything for me. I even love that you're a fucking unhinged weirdo." Fuck. My eyes burned. My throat hurt like I'd swallowed glass. I believed every word. It couldn't have been easy for her to say any of that—and she still did. For me. She said she loves me. She loves me. Nyx loves me. What the hell was I even mad about again? "I need you but you don't need me," I pouted weakly. "What are you talking about

"Hey, are you done ogling your future boyfriend's dad?" "I hate you." I took a nearby throw-pillow and threw it at her face. She caught the pillow fast. Damn her reflexes! And hurled it back at me. But I survived, the pillow managing to whizz past my ear and hit the door behind me. "You know you love me, honey." "Idiot." "Oh right. You know you love me, idiot," she belted out loud again passionately, while holding a hand to her chest. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I bat for the other team."

she said with a sign "Oh i guess i am getting way ahead of myself, i just want to take care of you, see you happy and love you so much that you will not know what to do with all the love i will give you" Love was in deed one stupid thing, i mean look at me probably looking like a fool saying all that "Am sorry Sally, I just like you a lot and I think I might be falling in love with you" I addmited

"I just wanted to be with you. I love you." "You don't love me. You love the idea of me. You love my money and my house and my life." "That's not true!"

I’ll be mad at everyone—living and healthy beings. “I know that he loves me back, but it would be evil of me. Why put him through that?” “Why don’t you let him decide that?” I say. Amelia’s tear-filled eyes connect with mine. I wipe the tears on her cheek with the back of my hand. “He’s going to say yes. He’s an idiot.” “Your idiot,” I correct. Love is stupid. Love is wicked. It heals as much as it hurts. And it feels so good with the right person. It’s like chips in ice-cream. Until it’s not.

“Don’t say it again. Not until — unless you mean it.” What? I blinked up at him, getting the water off my eyelashes. “What the fuck? Do you think I’d say that without — I’ve never said that to anyone!” I shoved his chest, and then whimpered as the motion pulled on me, in places that shouldn’t be pulled on. “Ow! Fuck you, Ian! I love you, even though you’re an asshole, and the best thing you can say is Don’t say it again?”