Left Them, Loved Myself Novels & Stories

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.

I went back to my room and took a glass of water from the table. Suddenly a note fell on the ground. I open the letter and read it. ___________________________________________________ My love, my Xander..but my can't be use anymore..because you were never meant to be mine. Loving you is not hard for me but leaving you is the hardest part. It shatters my heart to say goodbye to you but I have to do it not for you but for myself. I want to find myself, my identity that you should be proud of. I can't pretend that I don't love you because if I say I am lying to myself. You are too easy to be loved by someone but that person is not me.

"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…

And you, you still believe that you are the problem. I murmur: — But I love him. — You can love someone without destroying yourself. You can love someone… and leave. You can love someone… and choose to love yourself more. I collapse onto the couch. I sob, finally. For real. For everything I’ve held back. For every empty night. For every averted gaze. For every hope that has withered silently. — You know, she continues, your father and I went through difficult times. But I never had to convince myself that he was still there. I never had to beg for a presence, for a listening ear, for a glance.

When he saw me through the glass, his whole body jolted forward, pressing against the window with a feverish desperation. "Alyssa! You came to see me! I knew it! I knew you couldn't forget me! Please, please, get me out of here. Everything I did—I did it because I love you!" I smiled. "Is that so? The only person you've ever loved is yourself." His expression faltered, a little boy lost in a storm he started but couldn't navigate. "What do you mean?" I rubbed my forehead, tired of playing the audience to his endless theater.

I couldn't change their tragic fates no matter how hard I tried because I was too weak and helpless. I let go after trying and failing to take my own life several times. I didn't let go of Zack. Instead, I let go of myself. Perhaps fate had written our endings a long time ago, so there was nothing I could do even if I stubbornly held on. As a result, I no longer troubled myself with thoughts of what was right or wrong. I just wanted to see the Sacred Crystal Lake with my own eyes before my life ended, and the sea of irises that were considered sacred.

"I will always love you. And I'm sorry. For everything. For not being what you needed. For failing you. For losing you because I couldn't see you properly. Couldn't treat you right. Couldn't be your equal when you deserved nothing less." "I love you too." The admission hurts. "That's why this is so hard. Why leaving is destroying me. Why I'd rather stay even though it would kill me. Because loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done. It's respecting myself that's hard. Choosing myself that's impossible. Leaving that's agony." "Then don't leave. Stay. Let me try again. Let me do better. Let me—"

Inside, her handwriting curved delicately across the page. I came back because I was lonely, not because I was ready. And you let me stay because you were guilty, not because you were in love. We built a home out of memory and called it redemption. But I see now we were just keeping each other company in the ruins of who we used to be. I’m leaving for good this time. Not because I hate you, but because I finally love myself enough to stop coming back. Tell her if she ever asks that I understand now.