How To Unlove Novels & Stories

As if he couldn't comprehend how his words, his actions, could have caused such pain. "James Ferguson," I said, my voice trembling, a mix of anger and despair, "not loving someone isn't a sudden decision. It's the culmination of countless disappointments, a slow erosion of trust and affection. A quantitative change that leads to a qualitative one. Believe it or not, I truly don't love you anymore."

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.

Even if my heart was aching, I could force myself to act like nothing was wrong. I closed the door and called my dad. "I'll marry that disabled man. Consider it paying back what I owe you."

"I'm not. We're done. You can play dad to her kid now. No need to explain to me." He paused, gradually cooling off. The room fell silent, only the sound of our shallow breaths filling the space. After a while, he lowered his gaze and spoke. "I don't know why you hate them so much, but I'll keep my distance from now on. Is that better for you?" That was his way of backing down, but not the result I wanted. I pulled a coconut oil wipe from his pocket and said, "Alba's daughter needs this. Take it to her."

“What?” His gaze didn’t waver. “You made me fall for you,” he continued, calm—but there was pressure underneath every word. “You made me believe in something real… and now you’re standing there acting like it meant nothing.” I opened my mouth—but nothing came out. “Teach me how to unlove you,” he finished. “And I’ll sign the annulment papers.” My breath hitched. “That’s insane,” I said quickly—too quickly. I shook my head, taking a step back. “You’re not making any sense.”

she asked. I didn't respond and hung up the phone directly. What was I expecting after all? I was just someone that neither of my parents loved. Who could I expect to love me? After that call, Zoey never contacted me again. I heard that she started asking about me every time she arrived at the company. Unfortunately, I contacted no one after I moved away. Over the years, I had become familiar with dealing with negative emotions on my own. I didn't want to burden anyone.

We are human and we cannot choose or control who we fall in love with. The pain will be here but I guess eventually it will subside and I might find this as an experience that made me grow as an individual. Thinking about this made my heart ache. I wiped my tears and shook my head, "teach me how... teach me how not to love her please...." My Friend scooted closer to me and pulled me into a hug, "unfortunately that is impossible. To remove you from what you're feeling now, trust me I'd do that if it was possible... just let go.. let go."

Stacy had a very troubling childhood, from the start her father didn't want her. All along she knew she was unloved by her father, but things only got worse after her father got re married, her new stepmother Kelly was a evil lady who unloved and despised her the most.

She couldn't spend the rest of her life with someone she didn't love, someone who didn't care about her. With a deep breath, she slipped the ring off her finger and set it down on the table. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she had to find a way to break things off with the Duke and start over.

I let out every bit of tears I had been holding back since the moment I rejected my most beloved. I remembered every moment I shared with Kristoff, wondering if it was all true. Doubts crept in about the love we shared, the very love I had wholeheartedly believed in. Now, my main concern is this: How can I unlove the person who taught me how to love to begin with?