I Don T Need Love Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to be the man you contact only because you sent a message to the wrong person. I want to be the person you choose to call.” I tightened my grip on my bag. “Matteo, I just ended a very long relationship.” “I know.” “I’m not sure I’m ready to begin another one.” “I’m not asking you to decide tonight. But you should know that my patience with you is not part of the job, and it is not obligation.” “Then what is it?” “I like you.” No performance. No prepared speech. He simply gave me the truth. “You can take your time,” he said. “Just don’t pretend you didn’t understand me.”

I scoff, "You don't love anyone." "Wrong. I love you," she repeats, I shake my head, "I love you and I love my sisters. And my nephews. And every time I'm spending time with them I feel like shit for fucking up with you and not having you there, in our little pack. We all talk about you all the time, we all wish you would be a part of us and let us love you." "I don't need your love," I laugh, "I don't love anyone and I don't need anyone to love me. That's just how I am."

A gleam of hope, fear, love. — Because I don't need to, I answer. — Don't need to what? — Don't need a piece of paper. Don't need a ceremony. Don't need promises in front of others. I chose you. I choose you. Every day. For three years. That's stronger than a marriage. She thinks. She looks at the horizon. The wind takes her hair. — I need it, she says softly. I feel my heart stop for a second. A fraction of a second.

I never get what I want like any other person or especially Damien. He has parental love, siblings love, motherly love, father's love. But my parents only want me to love money and loneliness. Tears falls from my eyes. My phone starts to ring. I didn't bother looking at it, I just left the phone. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I am not mad at her for anything but I just feel so fucking unlucky right now.

* "Why? So I can feel you and not hold you? So I can talk to you and not kiss you?" *Because I need you. Need to know you're okay.* I reformed. Solid. Shaking. "I'm not okay. You're gone and I'm alone and I don't know how to do this." *Then don't do it alone. Let me help.* "How can you help when you're trapped in code?" *By being what I am. By loving you from where I exist.* "It's not enough." *I know. But it's what we have.* I sat down. Let the tears come. Let myself grieve properly for the first time.

My best friend and her boyfriend started a couples' vlog channel together, and it recently went viral online. I immediately followed it, watching every single upload. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that her blurred-out boyfriend acted suspiciously like my husband. When I mentioned it to her, she just flicked my forehead. "Girl, you're so crazy in love that you see your husband everywhere! Keep this up, and I'm gonna start getting jealous!" Blushing, I rubbed my head and quickly changed the subject. That was until my husband's company retreat, where I dragged Barbara Moore along to keep me company. Out of nowhere, our flight back suffered a severe emergency. Flight attendants handed

She hated it. "Just so you know, you have everyone's love. And I don't need it." "Really?" He kisses her shoulders. "Because the last time we made love, you wanted more of it." Does she really need him to love her? She doesn't know love. She doesn't know how to love. Straight sex was good and it was fine with her. But to level up? There's no way she'll give it away. "Don't say you love me, if you don't mean it."

"Holly, we're having another child. This time, it's really ours. Don't worry. I'll take care of them, I swear. Holly, what should we name them? Do you think they'll look more like you or me?" Question after question had tumbled out of his lips. I'd had no answers. I had only smiled and kissed him. If only time had stopped at that moment. Without love, there would be no hate. Without happiness, the pain wouldn't have come so fiercely. Elliot carefully cradled the small, crimson bundle in his arms. This time, he let go of all his pride. He dropped to his knees and broke down in uncontrollable sobs. "Holly, how could you be so cruel? You cut us off just like that! Holly, please come back… I can

He looks at me assessingly for a moment and comments, "You must have had a really bad break up at some point." "No, I've never been in a relationship. I have no desire to be in love anytime soon. Maybe when I get older, but right now I know for sure that it's the last thing I want," I explain. He analyzes my expression for a moment then nods. He must see that this is make or break for me so he nods and says, "Done."

Tears leak out of my eyes as I spit another one of my memory in his face without having control over what I am saying. “ I—I don’t need to fear anything because you are always there for me. I am not stupid enough to love you selflessly! I am selfish and I want to use you. I want to be happy and I want you to continue making me happy even if you have to be miserable yourself by staying alive and dealing with all the fucking mess you have created. I need to breathe, I want to live not just fucking get by every day praying that the sky falls over and I die…I don’t want that life anymore. I selfishly need you for that and that’s why I fucking love you so damn much because you are the only person