I Stopped Loving You Years Ago Novels & Stories

“Say you love me, Summer!” I stared back emotionlessly. “No, I don’t love you. “I didn’t love you for seven years. I only loved you for one year. The other six years were just me slowly trying to let go. Every time you were cold and harsh toward me, my love for you faded, little by little, until there was nothing left.” James’s eyes turned bloodshot. His face was twisted in disbelief. As he shouted, “No! That’s not true!” he began yanking at my clothes.

"I promise I won't be a distraction , I will give you space when you need it. Just give me a chance to show you how much I love you." "Ethan, I can only be your friend. Anything more, I am not interested. I'm sorry for disappointing you." "It's alright, one day I will make you love me back. I will not give up on us." "Ethan, there is no us. I don't see you like that, please." "It's okay, Eva, I know you don't have feelings for me now, I am willing to work hard to make you love me." "Ethan, please to spoil a good friendship. if you continue talking like this, I'm afraid I will have to stop seeing you.."

More than ever, I knew I was going through with this, no looking back. I had stopped being the nice lady two years ago. The door creaked open, and Stanley stepped in….

"Listen carefully. I have my own life. I won't revolve it around you, nor will I ask for your compassion. "This isn't out of stubbornness or spite; I truly want to build my future with him." I had once bitterly wondered why Jade ended up taking my place, but I came to realize that true love never kept anyone waiting forever. An unresolved story spanning 20 years could only bring regret. Wesley had sacrificed 20 years of friendship for an assistant he'd known for just two months. So, what reason did I still have to hold on to the past?

I said, my voice shaking but firm. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m not yours anymore, Lucas. I haven’t been for a long time.” He stared at me, his brows pulling together. “You just said you—” “I know what I said.” My voice cracked. “But saying it doesn’t make it the same. Yes, I love you, but I’m no longer in love with you. Loving you and being in love with you are two different things. You’re my past… and that’s all you’ll ever be.”

I had fought cancer for eight years. I had waited for Liam for eight years. My greatest wish had only been to see him one more time. Now I had. That was enough. Goodbye, Liam. I love you.

So unable to see what he'd really done. "What we had ended ten years ago, Michael." "No. It didn't end. It was interrupted, stolen. But it never ended." He stood up and started pacing. "You loved me, Scarlet. I know you did. I felt it. And I loved you. I still love you." Jace whimpered quietly against my chest. I stroked his hair and tried to soothe him. "I did love you," I said honestly. "When we were twenty-two and in college. But that was a lifetime ago."

On my birthday, Genevieve Rothwell posted a photo with her male executive assistant, Ethan Kline. They were wearing matching rings. [Partners at work. Partners in life.] I commented: [You two make a great couple.] Genevieve called me right away, yelling that I was sick in the head and couldn't take a joke. Before she'd even hung up, she was gently comforting Ethan, who was tearfully blaming himself. Before, I'd have stormed over there and thrown a hysterical fit, making a fool of myself in front of everyone. But this time, I felt nothing. I couldn't have cared less.

In the eighth year of my arranged marriage to Don Elias Voss, a single remark from my five-year-old son shattered every illusion I'd had about our marriage. At dinner, I was telling Elias about something funny that had happened that week, trying to make him laugh. He didn't respond. Our son, Silas Voss, did. "Mom, Dad doesn't love you. "My teacher says people only smile at people they like. "So no matter how funny your joke is, Dad isn't going to laugh." My smile froze. Elias glanced at him and didn't deny it. I'd heard the same thing from other people over the past eight years. But hearing it from a five-year-old, I couldn't keep lying to myself. I looked at Elias and asked him one last tim

“Oliver, I’m sorry. I know there’s nothing I can do to gain your forgiveness. “Please don’t go. I want… to make it up to you. “I’ve already broken all ten of Luther’s fingers and disfigured him. Please, I beg you, don’t leave me!” For a split second, I saw the old her through her gaze. In the past, she would hold my hand gently and smile at me warmly. “Oliver, you’re not allowed to leave me.” Unfortunately, it was all in the past. I was too tired. I had lost the ability to love and receive love.