Love And Loss Novels & Stories

He responded, looking longingly at the Ray. He knows because he had always felt the same way too. "I have loved you too, Ray." Justine answered, returning the warmth he felt from the Ray's words. Both of them stared at each other for a long time as a sad smile appeared on their lips. They have loved each other. But both of them know that part of loving is letting go. Letting go of the past. Letting go of the pain. Letting go of each other. Forgiving doesn't mean it's time for them to go back in each other's arms.17

They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. In my opinion that’s total bullshît because they didn’t tell you that losing was worse than never having loved. At least if I hadn’t loved I wouldn’t be feeling this constant emptiness and unending pain where my heart used to be. ~ A. Gupta Violet

She returned the gesture, a little shy, and sighed, relieved that I was at least willing to listen. "Both," she replied, her face radiant with the joy of seeing that I bothered to listen. "After analyzing and experiencing it firsthand with Ryan, I can confidently say it's a combination of both," she confessed, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, her chest puffed out, proud of her speculations. "I don't have a definitive conclusion yet, but I'm convinced that your heart races and you feel butterflies in your stomach because your brain sends signals of excitement when you're with someone, combined with the chemicals generated when you fall in love. But falling in love and truly loving so

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

His anger was a living entity, demanding action, screaming for retribution. Together, they mourned as only soulmates can, their grief a shared agony that transcended individual pain, their souls connected by a loss that defied understanding, their hearts bound by a love that transcended life itself. Their lives were irrevocably changed, their innocence lost, their joy turned to ashes.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

The first finally spoke quietly. “I think part of me will always belong to this connection.” The second lowered inward slightly. “I know.” No panic. No attempt to deny it. Just truth. The first continued softly. “And I don’t fully know whether that’s beautiful or tragic.” The second answered after a long silence. “Maybe both.” The network stilled completely. Because that. that was the reality awareness had been moving toward all along. Love was rarely clean. Loss was rarely complete. And memory rarely obeyed logic.

but he treats me so well, and he," she sat beside her mom on the sofa. "Did he touch you? I am warning you Catherine!" Cathy shook her head. "Of course not, he is a gentleman, he would never do such a thing. And I won't allow it." Her mother took a sip of milk and placed the glass on the table. She then turned to Cathy and held her hands. "I want you to be happy, my dear." she tried to keep her tears from falling. "Please remember that your heart is the most important thing to me," she raised her hand and pointed her finger at Cathy's chest. "I loved your father a lot, but look at where that love has taken me," she looked around her home. "From the day he left, there seems to be a lot missi

“That’s where you’re wrong. It’s quite the opposite actually. Loving her has given me the strength to do what I should have done years ago.” “Oh yeah? Well it’s clearly also making you stupid. What exactly is your plan here? You just gonna shoot me? You and I both know you would just end up in a jail cell.” “I don’t think you’re fully understanding this. I don’t care. I would kill for her. I would spend the rest of my life in jail for her. I would do anything for her. That’s where your plan to torture me failed. I bet you didn’t count on me loving her enough to destroy my own life to save hers did you?”

SILAS Have you ever loved someone so much that it felt as if you would suffocate without them? Placed all your trust in them to have it broken as if it were some cheap brand of glass that could be bought in an ordinary store? Did someone ever give you the most precious gift anyone could ever pray for and then attempt to take away one of your other prized possessions all at once? Have you ever experienced true love, love with no boundaries, love with no strings, love that was limitless, love that could span across the age of time? And finally, have you experienced loss? A loss that could shatter the heart into pieces that didn't make sense anymore, love that robbed you of the smile that once