Left Them, Loved Myself Novels & Stories

He stood, collected his f*e, and left me drowning in silence. I sat for a long time after he was gone, the photos spread before me like evidence of a crime. Except the victim wasn’t me—it was the love I had convinced myself still bound us together. I loved her. God help me, I did. In my own flawed, twisted way, I loved her. But she had left. Not alone. Not in anger. Not even in shame. With him.

“You should’ve stayed the first time.” He reached for me. But I jerked away before his fingertips could graze mine. “I need time,” I said. He nodded. “Alright.” “And space.” “Alright.” I turned and got to the door and I stood there for a while. “I loved you too, you know,” I said, not looking back. And then I left.

I sat in the back, scribbling in my old, forgotten diary with shaking hands: “It’s okay to love yourself. It’s okay to say no sometimes. It’s okay to stop, breathe, and start over. You deserve love — but loving yourself should come first.” I slammed the diary shut before the tears could fall right there in front of everyone. Because if I was being honest, this wasn’t love. It was survival. It was clinging to scraps because I was too scared of falling apart alone. I went home and sat on my bed, staring at nothing. I sat cross-legged on my bed, my eyes closed, letting those words sink in.

“Because if I let it go, all that would be left was grief. And I didn’t think I would survive that.” Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. “I loved you while I hated you,” I finished quietly, lifting my eyes to his. “And that was the most exhausting part of all.” The words stayed between us, raw and breathing. Gabriel looked like I had struck him, but I wasn’t done. I wiped at my cheeks impatiently and straightened, even though my knees felt weak. “And that’s why I left,” I said, my voice quieter now but steadier. I let the jacket slide slightly off one shoulder before pulling it back up again, grounding myself in the motion. “Not just because I was grieving. Not just because I was

I was nothing more than a passerby, not even a friend. I had thought that mentioning these things again would still make me sad and furious. But only after saying them aloud did I realize my heart was completely still. There was no extra emotion at all. In that moment, I knew Adrian had become the past to me completely. He would never affect me again. Adrian's expression looked ugly, but he did not refute me. Instead, he said, somewhat dazed, "But I thought I was just looking after a new coworker... "Back when you first started your own career..."

I sighed and slouched down in my desk chair. Cato please not now. I know I fucked up. He scoffed and left my mind. "Damnit!" I screamed as I punched my desk. I can't believe I let my other half, my light to my darkness, my precious personal goddess. They say that you only know you love em when you let em go, but I knew that before she left. I knew that I loved her. I know I should've done something different. I just, I don't have any clue what came over me.

That's practically suicide! *Now the climax, the reason I do this is... because I have nothing left!* - He told the recording *During the past couple of Months everyone left me behind, only a few people had the decency to at least say goodbye to me. The women I 'loved' changed and were no longer the same. It seems they all had somebody else and unknowingly, I discovered it the bad way.*

They don't know what you gave up for them and they'll never be grateful and you knew that but you did it anyway, that's true love Travis. "I love you America." The words came out of my mouth before I realized it. "No matter what, I'll love you endlessly but we both know that this love is bad for me, it's bad for you and me… let's not act selfishly." She stared at the ground. "Let me be selfish America, for once let me do something for me! I haven't been happy since the day you left me… let me be selfish, let us be selfish." I took her hands in mine and squeezed them.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

"Celine?" “I’ll go ahead” I said and leave him there. I might forgive you Tagan but I will never go back to the way I used to love you so much. I love my self-more than anyone else…