I Stopped Loving You Years Ago Novels & Stories

I get it. I went by your apartment this morning. I passed by GLFH three separate times but didn’t have the guts to go inside. I've ceded to your silent request that I keep my distance, because I don’t want to overwhelm you. But I also don't want to lose you all over again. I didn’t willfully hurt you. I loved you and only you. Seven years later, I am still in love with you and only you. To the grave, remember? Don't run.

Meggay asked, rolling her eyes. "Who else?!" I shouted. She shook her head. She looked at me with an amuseful face. "Don't shout," she warned, and I closed my mouth. "Are you still affected? It's been seven years, Ivory." "He's not easy to forget," I said, massaging my head. "But I don't love him anymore," I added. Meggay laughed. "You don’t like him, but you love him," she smirked, making me roll my eyes.

“There I said it. I messed things between us in the past. Are you happy now?” And, Madeline could only shook her head with a low hiss. “I don't want to even remember what we had in the past. I...stopped loving you the moment you walked out of my life six years ago. I've moved on. And, as you can see....” She held her face up to him and already seeing his smile shrinking. “I am doing just fine without you.”

“The second was being blind enough to love you for so many years. “But fortunately, it’s not too late. I don’t feel a thing for you anymore.” As my words landed, the color drained from Yaron’s face. His eyes searched mine, desperately looking for hesitation—some sign that I was just saying this out of anger. However, there was nothing for him to find. After a long silence, he let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “I don’t believe you. You’ve loved me for over a decade. You can’t just stop overnight.

“Aria… I don’t even know where to start or how… I’ve recorded this multiple times and scrapped it. I’ve replayed this a hundred times in my head, thinking if I could just find the right words, maybe I could undo the damage. But there are no right words. There’s only the truth. And it’s that I’m still in love with you. Hopelessly. Helplessly. Desperately. You said I destroyed you… yes, I did. But you have no idea how many pieces I’ve shattered into since you walked away. You think you were the only one broken on that rooftop? I’ve been drowning in the silence you left behind. You were never temporary. You were never just something I used to pass time. God, if anything, time with you moved too

Kelly quipped, a smug grin playing across her lips as she followed me out of the room. Despite her teasing demeanour, I knew Kelly had my best interests at heart. Ever since I'd moved here six years ago, she'd been my closest friend and confidante, a constant source of support and companionship in a city that often felt overwhelming and lonely. As I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought me here. Leaving my sister behind had been one of the hardest decisions of my life, yet somehow, I'd managed to carve out a place for myself in this unfamiliar city, thanks in no small part to Kelly's unwavering friendship.

It was starting to feel creepy now and I just wanted to get away from her as far as possible. "I don't think I can do this anymore. I am leaving!" I said to her. "You know....I really missed the times when we were together. I can't even remember why we broke up anymore. What I can remember is that I love you. I have never stopped loving you all these years. And you.....well, I miss you" Isabella told me.

“You’re not listening. What’s going on with you tonight? You’re… different.” I exhaled slowly, finally meeting her eyes. “Because I didn’t come here for small talk, Ingrid.” Her smile faltered. “What do you mean?” I leaned back in my chair, feeling the tension crawl up my spine. “We need to end this.” For a second, she didn’t move. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. “End… what?” “Whatever this is,” I said quietly but firmly. “You need to stop assuming things between us. I don’t love you anymore. Everything we had—it’s in the past. It ended years ago.”

It was worn and tarnished with age, but it was unmistakably ours. In that moment, all I felt was how pathetic and absurd it all was. And it only made me more certain that walking away from him had been the right choice. I said slowly, "Micah, maybe even you don't know who you truly love. Even when we were happiest, you still engraved your ex-girlfriend's name inside the locket. Not mine. "Maybe, deep down, you've always believed that the one you couldn't have was the one worth chasing. When you had me, you kept longing for Ariana. Now that I'm gone, you're suddenly desperate to win me back.

She gave me a weak smile as she nodded her head, and I could tell Megan was giving me enough time to talk since she didn't once stop me. "The reason I stopped communicating with you eight years ago was because of my father. It is not because I don't love you anymore, and I want you to know that I never stopped loving you, Meg. Even if in your eyes I am such a jerk, a fool, insensitive, a moron, or anything you want to call me, I accept all that," I added, and she looked at me with tenderness, and I was so glad she was looking at me this way.