Left Them, Loved Myself Novels & Stories

I tell him, because why waste his time, why torture myself more. “Why not? Am I so bad, I can't be loved, because I am pretty sure you love me Sienna,” He says it as if he has always known it and I bet he has. “The day I love you, you are going to leave me.” My momma left, the Frankfurts too, and I am pretty sure the lady who gave birth to me and dropped me at the orphanage left. “But I will come back, this is who I AM!” He walks closer to me and I step back until my back hits the window.

"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.

“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

“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.

I'm tired too, and maybe it's time to free myself from the shackles of our yesterday that I made myself. Doubt that everything is just my love for you. I love you so much, Elroy. I love you more than myself. Goodbye, my love. I love you. ‘Til the end. - Your Infinity

I know what you're going to say, but trust me, I tried. And not just once. I timidly looked at myself several times in the mirror with a detached air, and I pronounced these three words which have the power of striking in the chest: "I leave you." I said them, I assure you. Quite loud even, in the hope that he hears them and accepts them. At 39, it might be about time. He cannot stay to contemplate this grumpy love that turns its back on him. Even an icy gust of wind doesn't dare to make me go towards it.

On some occasions, some were won in silence. And I would continue to choose yourself again and again until someone would love me without needing to own you. “I'm such a confused creature” I whispered to myself