Romans & histoires I Will Never Be Good Enough For You Will I

You're no good for me, I'm no good for you And I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me What good are words when they always just get in our way And it hurts the most just to know that you don't feel the same, the same So sometimes I get down on my knees and I pray things will change But life is what happens when things they don't work out our way, our way So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid, mm 'Cause I've tried to forget you but these things just don't go away, away I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me If I didn't know better, then I would believe We were made for each other, but I'd know the truth You're no good fo

He had failed to protect the first woman to move his heart. How will he ever gave her in the future? Will she ever believe him if he promised to protect her in the future? Will he be able to protect her and their children if they had any in the future? He felt scared. He like he was not enough for her. He needed to talk to someone. But who? Who would be willing to listen to him about his personal life. A big CEO like him had failed his woman, who could help him? He widened his eyes when he thought about someone, maybe she could help him.

How silly of me. And nothing will ever make me leave. ***

“I’ve done everything right! Everything you wanted!” “You’ve done what you were paid to do and you will be paid for.” He stepped closer, towering over me. “You played a role. That’s it. “I thought…” “What?” He laughed, cruel and cold. “That I would fall in love with you? That if you smiled enough, cooked my favorite meals, wore the right dresses, I’d suddenly want you?” Each word was a knife to my throat. “I tried…” “You tried to be someone you’re not.” He cut me off. “You tried to make me forget her but you could never be compared to Celeste. You could never be what she is to me, get that!”

I never thought I would be right for you I just can't compare you with anything in this world. You're all I need to be with forevermore. All those years, I've longed to hold you in my arms. I've been dreaming of you. Every night, I've been watching all the stars that fall down. Wishing you would be mine I just can't believe that you are mine now. You were just a dream that I once knew. I never thought I would be right for you I just can't compare you with anything in this world

I thought I loved my best friend but it turns out that I have fallen in love with this general who doesn’t even care about me. “Despite everything you have done to me, the way you made a mess of me when you took my virginity..despite all of that, ny heart still chose you” “I am bad for you, Adele” he responds without looking at me, “do not fall in love with me” “It’s not that easy to just turn off” “It is!!” He yells, finally turning to me, “I can’t offer you anything but pain so turn it off.. that damned feeling, turn it off”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen! I didn’t want you and the children to be targeted because of me. Do you have any idea how this situation makes me feel? I feel responsible!” “Well, you should be! Because it is your fault!” A silence that was thick with tension fell upon us right after Willa’s angry remark. My mouth ran dry, and my throat suddenly felt tight. But somehow, I managed to say after a few loud heartbeats, “Wow… You’ve said you love me. But I will never be good enough for you, aren’t I?”

Pathetic tears. “I was never good enough for you.” She looked at me, her expression hard and heavily guarded. Sometimes I wish I had her ability to hide my emotions like she did. “Your father and I only want what's good for you; you should know that by now.” “What's good for me?“ I asked with an incredulous stare. “How do you know what's good for me when you don't even know me?” “I wasted four years of my life trying to please you, is that not enough? Won't you let me do what I want for once? Won't you give me a break?“

Ten minutes later, her text popped up on my phone. [Lincoln, I have to stay with Gurney to meet his parents. I'll definitely visit your mom the next time!] I was not even surprised. In the past two years, I had lost count of how many times I heard that same phrase. 'Next time, for sure'. Missed our anniversary? 'Next time, for sure'. Bailed on visiting my mother? 'Next time, for sure'. Too busy to go get our marriage registered? 'Tomorrow, for sure'.