Love Her When You Let Her Go Novels & Stories

I nodded my head "Listen, child, you can't force a man to love you, a man will love you if he wishes to…if he doesn't want to then he won't" "But I love him so much" "You're pretty, I believe you're smart too, don't hold on for too long that you will lose yourself" "What do you mean?" I asked but she already stood up "Don't hold onto something for too long if it's hurting, let go and allow fate take its turn" She finished and walked away leaving me confused

I realise in that moment as she looks at me what I need to do… no matter how hard, or how it’ll break me. If I truly love her, I need to let her go. If she one day finds it in herself to forgive me, then I will wait for it. If she is meant to be in my life until the end, she will return to me and if not… then our precious moments will be like a passing season that I will never forget. “I understand, and I am proud that you are putting yourself first. I’m proud of you Little Fox, I truly am.” I lean down and kiss her forehead softly, closing my eyes as the pain of what is happening settles in.

“You figure out if love is enough. And if it’s not—if it can’t be—then you walk. Not because you’re weak, but because sometimes loving someone means knowing when to let go.” I blinked hard, trying to hold back the fresh swell of tears. She leaned back, scoffing gently. “But let’s be honest—he’s still ten thousand times better than Layden. Don’t even get me started on that piece of trash.” I laughed through my tears, the sound broken but real. “God. Layden.”

"I won't let you go! Listen to me. You can't leave. What will I do without you? I swear, I'm only marrying Helga out of necessity." For once, I saw a quiet plea in his eyes. Our eyes met. The winds were howling, and Shawn wasn't wearing much. Soon, he was coughing violently. Without thinking, I started taking off my jacket to drape it over him. A hint of light flashed in his eyes. "I knew it. You still love me." I froze mid-action and hung the jacket on my arm. What was left of Shawn's sentence was stuck in his throat. He looked at me in disbelief.

Choice to step aside. To let love win, even if it ain't my love that wins. Maybe that's what prophecy really meant. Maybe sometimes loving someone means letting them go. Even if it kills you to do it. Especially then.

She hops off the counter and walks out of the room. I wish it were that simple, I wish I could just let her go. But there’s this saying if you love someone, let them go. If they return, they're yours forever. But I would like to change that, if you love someone, you never let them go.

I told her. She nodded while crying. “My mommy told me to let you go,” she said, crying again. “I did it not just for her but for Astrid, for myself, and especially for you. I know I’ll suffer from this decision, but even if I continued, you still wouldn’t choose me. I love you, but I think it’s time to let you go for good. Thank you for loving me, even for a short time.” I sighed and nodded. “I hope you can find someone who truly loves you,” I said.

He quietly says. She steps out of the truck as Peter opens the door, wraps his arms around her waist, lifts her up against his body and spins around with her in his arms, her head above his. She kisses him sweetly with a lustful yearning for him. He takes notice to this and takes a deep breath in to calm his excitement. He turns around, lowers her back down until her feet gently touch the ground. She opens her door and says farewell. “See you again soon I hope.” Peter with a hopeful voice.

"And you just gave up? Tha does not sound like the Lisa I know." "Well, I still love him very much, but love is not always enough. Most times, love means letting go or forgiveness. Or going out of your way to help the one you love; it comes in various forms." A faraway look was present in her eyes as she spoke, "Oh my, I forgot why I had come here in the first place. Kian just got out of the shower. I was thinking you should come be with him for a while." "Oh yeah, sorry, I will just... Change into something better."

The anger. The kisses that felt like confessions. The nights she held onto him like he was the only real thing in the world. And the moment she realized she had to let go. He had loved her in the only way he knew how — fiercely, dangerously, imperfectly. But she had learned to love herself louder. She looked out toward the horizon, where the ocean kissed the fading sun. Her voice was barely a whisper, carried away by the wind. “Thank you, Lucian. For loving me enough to let me go.”