Novel & Cerita Hopeless Romantic Meaning

“About our plan. I don’t think I want to go through it after all.” Rachel’s heart lurched hopefully at his request. Had their last kiss meant something to him finally? To her it had been an effusive experience and she had poured her unrequited feelings into that kiss. She wanted to show him how much she loved him in the hope that he might realize what he was letting go. Maybe- just maybe he had received the message. Her hopeless romantic heart was beating frantically. Dared she hope? “You mean it?” she asked trying to mask the tremor in her voice.

she asked, trying hard to sound nonchalant. James turned his gaze to the window, gazing at the hospital garden that was visible from there. "I once promised to never fall in love and be in a relationship with anyone in my entire life, then there's you..." "You and all your unexpected behavior could make my life more colorful, but the problem is I'm not sure what I feel and I'm afraid that our relationship would end the same as my parents did, so while I'm struggling to convince myself I call you 'hope' because I could probably lose you or win you that depends..." he said while smiled faintly.

“Your eyes take my sleep away, your voice takes my breath away, just take it all away but in return give your heart to me.” He beamed with happiness, his lips curving up and I saw his eyes sparkle, little did I know my heart was beating faster. “I’ll take good care of it, I’ll shield it with mine, don’t worry…” Worry? Being with you? Phoenix and worry, they don’t even intersect. I wish I could say these words to him, tell him that he already has my heart but somehow, I couldn’t mold it out of my mouth. “Phoenix… can you hold me?” Was all I could say, I am a hopeless romantic, what is romance anyway? Would it be my fault if I say I'm unfamiliar with this term?

That I am only for him and he is only for me. But it’s funny how I couldn’t just claim him mine…because…he won’t ever accept me. For the first time in my life…I feel hopeless. The dream of being with my mate in the future and creating a new life and family…are slowly fading…little by little.

"Never. I would never let you have him. He is rightfully mine Nina. I never stole him from you. We only have a misunderstanding about this." "A misunderstanding that I would like for us to clear up Jane. I love him and I want him. I need him.". Jane was so dissapointed to hear that from Nina. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Could this be her ride or die girlfriend that she has been with since time immemorial?. She couldn't fathom. "Never. And I am so dissapointed in you Nina"she said as she made straight to the door to leave her house while Nina gazed at her with so much contempt.

"Ryan It's not going to be the same between us after this, I believe that you didn't cheat and you truly didn't mean to let me down but it still hurts but I'm wiling to give us another chance, just be patient with me, I'm a little unsteady, but if you love me don't let go of me" " I have never loved anyone like how I love you, I never even loved Marie like how much I love you, you mean the most to me, I fucking still and always will love you, I don't ever intent to let you go or hurt you like this again, I wish it didn't take losing you to see how much I love" Ryan said back with tears in his eyes, I wiped away his tears and kissed him, it wasn't like any of the other kisses we have shared,

Everything else—hope, romance, the idea that someone might actually stay—felt like smoke I’d been trying to cup in my hands for years. I reached for my phone out of habit. The screen lit up with the same unread messages, the same Delivered stamps. No new dots. No voice note. Nothing. I stared at his last words from two nights ago—*Never gave up. Just got lost for a while.*—until the letters blurred. Lost. That word used to feel romantic when he said it. Like a man who’d wandered the world looking for the right road back to me. Now it just sounded like every other excuse I’d heard.

He just needed a convenient wife to manage his home, look after his child, and provide a warm bed for him. If he truly saw me as someone worth marrying, would he have shoved his mother’s old ring on my finger like an afterthought? No grand gesture, no new beginning—just a hand-me-down from a dead woman. I was foolish to think he would ever truly love me. I was just a hopeless romantic playing a part in a tragedy I didn't understand.

He’s made that clear a hundred time. I lower my gaze to the bridge of his nose. I can’t bear to look him in the eyes. It makes me want things I can’t have and yearn for love I can never reach. I hate that I’m a hopeless romantic, foolish enough to run straight into a fire, knowing it will burn me. I drag in a shaky breath and force my voice to stay steady. “Boundaries” “My bad.” His hand drops as his voice drips with something I can’t place my fingers on. Almost like Venom.

He is full of pride and he is also desperate. Plus, he is a very hopeless romantic person. I thought I'm a hopeless romantic person too but after meeting Nolan I think I have a bit of romance in me. Do I call this romance? All I do is just cry around him? Nolan might think that I'm a crybaby but...I'm different in Sebastian's case. I treat both of them the way they should be treated. But, I'll rather die than have this bastard as my mate. Oh, by the way, what's mate?