Left Them, Loved Myself Novels & Stories

I didn’t respond as I just turned around and walked away leaving her standing there. Still shouting. Still cursing. Still… powerless. When I got to my room, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. I exhaled slowly, my chest rising and falling. Her words echoed in my head. I should have gotten rid of you… I closed my eyes and for a brief moment, it stung. Not like before but enough. “I just wanted to be loved…” I whispered to myself. My voice sounded small and pathetic and I hated it. I pushed myself away from the door and walked to the bed, sitting down heavily.

"Of course they can't find me. It's all nonsense after all." In the year since I left, I focused on myself, allowing myself time to reflect. I came to understand the truth that one must love oneself before loving others. Of course, I wouldn't let one bad experience with a man make me lose faith in love. There was no wound that couldn't heal, no downward spiral without an end. This failed marriage was over, and that was that. We had truly loved each other once, but over time, we grew apart. In the end, marriage was just another part of the journey to personal growth.

He was a little bit too late, not when I had started loving myself first. “I want you to know,” I whispered, “thank you. For Alexander. For being his father. Your legacy will live in him… even when you’re not here.” Nate’s eyes glistened. “I’ve moved on,” I said gently. “I’m trying to stand for myself. To believe in something beyond pain. I loved who I was with you.“ I looked away, feeling lighter on my chest. “You were my beautiful destruction, Nate. You dragged me below the surface and called it love. And I… let you. Because I thought maybe drowning was better than being alone.”

Placed it exactly where it was. Then I left her room. Downstairs, I grabbed my bag. Left a note on the counter. “Going home for a few days. Need space. I’m sorry. I love you both.” I walked out. The door closed behind me. Rain started falling again. Soft. Steady. I didn’t look back. But I felt the weight of everything I was leaving behind. The ruin. The love. The hope. All of it. And I kept walking. Because sometimes the only way to save something…

“You are making this harder than it needs to be. You are hurting yourself and him too. He is reaching out to you, and you pushed him away.” I turned my head sharply toward her, something sharp rising in my chest. “Well maybe for once, I want to think about myself,” I snapped, my voice cracking at the edges. “Maybe I want to be selfish this time.” The words rushed out before I could stop them. “You know what I have always wanted?” I continued, my throat tightening. “To be loved. That is it. Just… loved.” My hands trembled slightly as I spoke, the memories rising faster now.

Because I will never get her heart. I also need to give love to myself. Because maybe even myself I will lose respect when the day comes. I don't want that to happen. this is probably the best decision of my life. - Leaving the person I love dearly, because this is the right thing to do ..

And also a letter which read, I hope you couldn't have forgotten me because it has been just one month since I came in your life and don't worry I'm not going to leave you so soon as I am here to take you with me so just enjoy the remaining days that you have with you where no one will be there except for both of us and I hope that you must have loved my gift which is just a small token of appreciation from my side to you” But in case if you couldn't have loved this gift than I'll be sending you one more gift soon which you will love for sure because there is nobody in the world who couldn't like the gift of mine but in case if someone did so then I give them something to dislike which they

"You're leaving?" "Lily." I walk past there. What am I thinking, running away from home? I'm not thinking. I stop by the door. "I'm not leaving because I stopped loving you; I'm leaving because the more I stayed, the less I loved myself."

“Carmela, woman to woman, let me give you a piece of advice, stop trying to desperately hold on to a man who doesn’t want you, you see how that went for me, you should love yourself first.” The pitiful look in Leila’s eyes is so touching, Carmela is stunned for a moment but Leila doesn’t let it settle as she pulls her hand away and her eyes turn cold. “But you can’t love yourself even if you tried your very best. You know why? Because love is a pure feeling and you’re a filthy, dirty, backstabbing and conniving slut and I’m going to end you. I don’t ever want to see you in my house again.”

I knew I had told him I wouldn't leave his side, but that had only been out of sympathy. There was nothing more than that. “Leave me alone,” I told him firmly, turning and walking away. He didn't follow, merely tracking me with his gaze. I ignored his gift. I knew he had made an effort to cook it, but I didn't want to lead him on without a genuine commitment. I didn't love him, and he just saw me as his prey. His servant. His toy. I couldn't offer my body to him any longer. It was time for me to love myself.