Lost Love Novels & Stories

"You want to explain? Fine. Explain why you left. Explain why you never came back. Explain why the first time I see you in a decade, is to rent my fucking womb!" "That's not-" "This was your plan wasn't it? You contacted Maria for this instead because you know that I'll be left as an option." Diego's jaw tightened. "Yes." Her hand came across his face with a tight slap but he didn't move. "Yes," she repeated. "Yes. You knew." "I knew." Lucia's vision blurred, and she felt dizzy but couldn’t faint in front of him. Tears and rage clouded her. "I loved you." Her words came out broken. "I waited for you. I waited thinking maybe you would come back and give an explanation. Maybe there was a reaso

I’d driven her away. When I texted her that I missed her, and she didn’t reply back I knew I was at risk of losing her forever. My heart was broken. I wanted to do something to win her back. The thing was I had no idea what. I wanted to give her space, but I also wanted to apologise and to tell her what she truly meant to me. Her text had been clear by omission. She wasn’t missing me. I don’t think I ever cried over a woman. This time round I sobbed. She was my everything and I didn’t want to let her go.

Food lost its taste, sleep evaded him, and every breath felt like a painful reminder of the love he had lost. The walls of his room closed in on him, and the silence echoed the emptiness in his heart. Memories of their time together haunted him, each one a bittersweet reminder of what once was. He couldn't fathom how someone he had loved so deeply could simply vanish, leaving him in a state of perpetual anguish.

I thought about the loneliness and isolation that had followed, about the way I had withdrawn from the world and lost myself in my own pain. And I wondered if I would ever be able to escape it. If I would ever be able to find my way back to the person I used to be, before Gael and his betrayal had destroyed me. As I lay there, the tears began to fall again, streaming down my face like a river of sorrow. I felt like I was crying for everything I had lost, for everything that had been taken from me. I cried for the love that had been shattered, for the trust that had been broken. I cried for the person I used to be, for the life I used to have. And I cried for the future that I had thought I w

But being with Lydia is different. Their tea time always has the bitterest coffee and the sweetest sweet go together. Neither Lydia nor Raylan complain about the other's taste. In fact, they drink together so much that their tastes change to resemble each other. Yet, they never realize that. They only consider it as something normal happening to their lives. Lydia stops at the coffee her friends were talking about. At first glance it's an aesthetic coffee shop with the name "The Forgotten Time". Hearing the name, Lydia can't help but giggles. This is definitely Raylan's favorite type of coffee shop. A vintage and somewhat mysterious one.

He fucking lost his light. His tears mingled with the silent echoes of their love lost. Lorcan knew Rhys would never be whole again—a broken vessel adrift in a sea of sorrow, forever haunted by the memory of the love he had lost. In some other life, in some other world, where she was not Amara, and he was not Rhys. Where she was his as much as he was hers. Where their souls were moulded in one soul, he wished to meet her there, at the horizon, at the bottom of the sea, at the top of the skies.

Something passed between us that didn’t need words, which was the best kind of thing, the kind you couldn’t perform or plan, that just arrived when enough honest time had passed between two people. Not an ending. Not a resolution with a bow on it. Just two people in a green room on a Saturday, looking at each other across everything that had happened and everything that was still coming, and finding that the looking didn’t have to be frightening anymore. That was enough. That kept being enough. That, I was learning, was what love looked like when it was real. Not the sixteen year old kind with its desperate gravity. The kind that had been tested and damaged and deliberately, painstakingly re

before hastily entering. Inside, the cafe is filled with the air of love, accompanied by a playlist of tender songs that seem to torture me further. The ambiance is cozy, with white cups and black coffee, and the gentle hum of friendly chatter enveloping the space. My eyes are drawn to a corner of the room, where a young college couple shares a tender kiss. I try to muster a smile, but deep down, an emptiness persists in my heart. I despise Valentine’s Day. It serves as a painful reminder of the love I lost. The love I foolishly let slip away due to my immaturity. Even after five years, I can’t forget her; the woman with sapphire eyes and a refreshing spirit. She left me with a simple goodby

The room, once filled with the warmth of their connection, now seemed colder than ever. Time lost its meaning as Lily navigated the storm of emotions that threatened to engulf her. She felt lost, abandoned, and an overwhelming sense of grief settled in her bones. The love she had believed in had crumbled, and in its place was a void, a haunting reminder of what was lost.

I ask with venom lased in my voice. “You love.” “Hell no! We’ve already been through this, I don’t and I never will belong to anyone!” “Oh yes you do! And that person is me love.” He says with a little bit of an edge to his voice. I look him in the eyes and say, “Only in your dreams.” and walk away.