Novel & Cerita I Just Want Someone To Love Me

So impossible. "I want to feel something other than this." I gesture vaguely at myself, at the apartment, at everything. "I want to feel like I exist. Like I'm real. Like I matter to someone, even if it's just for pretend." Maribel's expression softens. "Then ask for that. Tell them you want someone cold. Professional. Someone who won't try to save you or fix you or fall in love with you. Someone who'll just make you feel human for a few hours."

Apalled Nero decided to talk at that very moment. "I will not find my mate, Sharon is the only woman for me. I love her when she smile, when she cry, when she talk and even when she try to ignore me. The every fiber of my being is in love with her. I had tried to control my feeling toward her but I can't. I simply can't. All my emotion just explodes within me everytime she is around me." Gordon could no more help the tears he has been holding since morning to fall down his cheeks.

"Nothing about you is normal. Justice seems like a good guy. You'll hook up again when you go back to DC. You can figure out your feelings then. Assuming you're not in love with Liam." What? "No way. I don't love him. I want to hurt him. I want to make him crawl and beg and then I want to walk away."

Because I wanted a child but not from someone I didn't love. "I love you." What?

He adds, and I look away. I don’t want to be Kintsugi or in some dramatic romance novel. I just want to love and be loved. I want to be seen and appreciated. I do not want to be seen as a nobody. I want to be loved, respected, and cherished. I don’t want to have to guess if I’m loved or not. I want to be understood. I want clear, easy-to-see love. “Let’s do something fun.” Lucas then says, and I turn to him.

“And if my dad loved me, he wouldn’t have given up so easily. He wouldn’t have just… died.” “And my boyfriend in college?” she laughed weakly. “If he loved me, he wouldn’t have let his sisters treat me like I was nothing. Like I was disposable.” She’d looked up at me then, eyes glossy, unfocused—but honest. “I just want somebody to love me for me,” she said. “Cake. Not because I can fight. Not because I’m small. Not because I have a mouth that gets me into trouble.” A pause. “Just me.” I hadn’t known what to say. That doesn’t happen often.

I was locked in the house for a week, when loneliness was about to consume me, I finally got the courage to leave the house. Since no one loves me, I will find someone who loves me. I just wanted to find someone who would love me and I would use the 5 million for that, after all, the person would only have to love me for 6 months.

I know I'm beautiful But, I know I'm ugly too I'm slowly loosing all the self love which I manged to gathered... I wish I could share it But it's there someone willing to listen it? And not judge me? I don't want advice... I just want someone to listen it I'm scared to be alone But to scared to ask for companion Im Trying my level best to stop it.. But I just don't how to do it... I feel like I'm slipping into depression and there's no one out to see it..

Just love me for me. I started to cry uncontrollably I want to be loved when I’m silly, childish, mature, serious, stupid, smart… just love me… fuck man! I'm not a whore! I’m not a plaything! I’m not a sex doll! I’m so much more than just a physical “thing”. I have feelings. I get sad. I get scared. Please… please be the first man in my life to actually just want me for me. Because I can't… I can’t keep being a toy because I'm tired of playing that part. Why is being happy and choosing to focus on trying to make myself happy so hard?