Hopeless Romantic Meaning Novels & Stories

I reach the bed and plop down on it, lying down with my face staring up at the ceiling. It fucking hurts to love someone you may never have. I used the word 'may' because it just fucking screams 'hope'. That hope right there is the torture. The torture of still hoping and waiting and hoping again and waiting again that just one day, your feelings can finally be let out in the way they are meant to. Without fear. Just pure. Wanted. Accepted. Cherished. I pop open the can of Royal Dansk cookies in my hand and throw one of the cookies into my mouth. Despite the ache swelling up in my heart, and the stinging of my eyes, I still have to really acknowledge that this cookie is tasty.

The couch seemed so inviting, I wanted to say, but was that the real reason or was there something else? Are you perhaps missing your ex-husband? And that you wanted to savor his presence? Are you missing the past where you would occasionally lean on him even if you know that he had no feelings for you? I was a hopeless romantic that time. I believed that everything will be solved with love and that my ex-husband would occasionally fall for me when he realized I was a good wife. I wished I had awakened as early as that. And then you will never have your son. Do you want that?

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

(31)). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 31: Obviously . “What am I supposed to do with that?” Miles threw his arms out hopelessly, falling flat against August’s bed. His fair-haired classmate just shook his head. “I really don’t understand the fuss. There’s no reason it should be that complicated between you two.” “Easy for you to say, you just stood Ryder up on your first date,” Miles spat.

"That doesn't matter anymore. What matters is what you have done to me….You have hurt more, than anything else." "He calls me pathetic, useless and everything but it never hurt the way I felt because of you. It made me believe that he was right. I'm useless. I'm pathetic that my own husband is bored of me…" She cried in front of him pouring her heart to him which she was trying to hold onto for a long time. Hope gives you pain, love doesn't; love is a beautiful feeling. The worst part about love is that, more than half of it is our imagination. When the person doesn't turn out to be they way we imagined, the relation starts deteriorating.

I said attempting to interrupt his sentence, then continued, " Why are you suddenly going down the memory lane? It's *picks up the phone* 5:37 am!!, I don't want to talk about the old memories " "Right, I'm sorry, " said Skylar with a disappointed look What? what's that expression for... Tsk. "I don't want to talk about the old memories now, but we can have a conversation about this later okay?" I said to help lighten up his mood and to no surprise, Skylar laughed

“I already did. Someone once said, ‘I have a thing for loving what I can’t have and fighting for what I can’t keep,’ but I’d like to think of myself more than a hopeless warrior.” The air in her lungs grows thin at his words and she struggles to keep herself from crying. She should have known, read the visible writings on the wall. There was a reason to his generosity, a minor price attached, and it wasn’t completely from the goodness of his heart. She can see that he’s falling for her, that’s if he hasn’t already fallen for her and he will not let go even if he loses her to this fight. That’s what a hopeless warrior does.

I said flatly. “Then why isn’t he here?” I shrugged. “Are you two, um… fighting?” “Just because we didn’t walk in together doesn’t mean we’re fighting,” I said, maybe a little too defensively. “In your case, it usually does,” she said softly. “Whatever it is, you should make up soon. You don’t know how much Kae adores you.” That word “adores” stuck in my head. Adore? What was that supposed to mean?

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

With how much of a hopeless romantic I was,I had always pictured myself loving someone who would make me his first and only option. Ben wasn’t that someone and I had to stop wishing for something so impossible.