If I Never Met You Novels & Stories

"If I had to live my life without you near me It was faint in the beginning, but grew louder with each step I made. The days would all be empty The nights would seem so long I covered my mouth with a palm, a permanent smile plastered on my lips, my heart racing further with anticipation. With you, I see forever, oh, so clearly I might have been in love before But it never felt this strong And then, my eyes landed on another written note on the stair rail. It read, "I never knew what it was like to want someone this badly... Until I met you." I felt my eyes become wet and instead of throwing away the note, I held on to it and continued descending the rose littered stairway, the background son

I say rubbing the back of my nape. “Does it sound like something I would cry about?” “No.” “Something that would make me hate you and kill you?” “No?” “Something that will make me depressed and want to die?” “Hopefully not.” “Then it’s not personal. See? Nothing to be afraid about.” “Oh okay… Who is Rose and why do you hate her?”

She sang the next song that came on, but she changed some of the words so that she could be singing about Romero “Sometimes late at night..I lie awake and watch him sleeping…He’s lost in peaceful dreams…so I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark..and the thought crosses my mind….If I never wake up in the morning….would he ever doubt…the way I feel about him in my heart……if tomorrow never comes…will he know how much I love him….did I try in every way…to show him every day…that’s he’s my only one…..and if my time on earth were through….and he must face this world without me..is the love I gave him in the past…gonna be enough to last…if tomorrow never comes….’Cause I’ve lost loved ones

"I... n e v e r... r e g r e t t e d... a... s e c o n d... w i t h... y o u. I t... i s... a... b l e s s i n g... n o t... a... c u r s e." ......

Then there's the fact that I like a potential shrink and oh man, this is gonna be a ride! Okay, so I guess it's better to tell you from the beginning. It all started with a simple crush. I've been crushing with this girl for longer than I'd care to admit. And I've never even met her. Does that sound weird? Well, kinda. It sounds a lot like that popular song from five years ago: I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You. I heard stories about her from my brother's girlfriend, Jessica Williams.

I once fell so in love with you I fell so deep with all my heart I thought no matter what I do I will give anything for you Never thought you’d ever leave me Not even in my wildest dreams I don’t know what to feel or do Now I wish I never met you Don’t ever come back to me again Trying to forget you the best I can It hurts too much to say You threw us away Nothing that could make you stay Don’t ever miss me anymore You gave up on us when you closed that door I wish you all the best Thought you were my last Just please can you let me pretend.. to forget ~Mahen – Pretend to forget~

I finally got my nerves under control and said "No, partys arent my thing. I figured someone slipped that in my locker on accident." "Did you look on the back of this paper?" He questioned. I just shook my head. He smiled and flipped it over and put it on top of my books in my hands. I looked down and seen it say 'You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I would love to see you at my party Aviana. I like you and I want to get to know you more. So if you feel the same way, meet me at my party. -Ace Jamieson.'

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'.

, I said, wishing that he would stop, “ look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't” “ What do you mean you can't?” He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will u

… By 32, I had made it onto the list of the wealthiest people. Simone was released early for good behavior. She asked to see me one last time. I agreed. We met at a cafe near my company. Worn and hesitant, she asked, "If there were another life, and I hadn't said those things, could we have been together?" I looked down and took a slow sip of my latte, then said flatly, "People's flaws are baked in. They show sooner or later. Dwelling on a 'what if' won't change a thing."