Love Her When You Let Her Go Novels & Stories

"You loved her with all your heart, but it was her who didn't realize it. It was her destiny to meet with such miserable end. You didn't miss a single chance to give her happiness and love that you thought she deserves. But she was the one who walked away bashing the love. You don't lack anything, you've got everything in you. Therefore, you have that right to live a happy life and for that, you need to let her go, let her memories go so that you can capture new memories. You didn't get to see her for the last time, but today, open up to her for the last time. Scream out every complaint you have with her, scream out every pain you have in your heart. Let out all those tears to flow for the

Damn it. "Yeah, I should have let it go, and moved on," I said to her so softly I barely recognized my voice. "But I can't. You want to know why?" Again, she couldn't respond. With a sad smile, I said, "Because I still love you, and letting you go was the hardest thing for me to do." And I did the stupidest thing. I kissed her.

As much as he wanted to snap at her and tell her to stay the hell away from him, on second thought, that wasn't necessary, but instead, he decided to stay calm and hear what she had to say. "Look... Tate... I love you with everything in me. I would do anything to be with you, but one thing I would never do is do something that hurt or make you feel inconvenient..." She paused and sighed briefly. "All my life, I've known only you... I always hoped and looked forward to the day you would learn to love me back, and that doesn't seem to ever going to happen. So, I don't see any reason why I should force it. I'm not that desperate," Slowly, she shook her head. Of course, she was pained, she wante

I closed my hand tighter around the charm, holding onto it like it could somehow hold onto her, too. I thought about running after her. I thought about shouting her name until she turned around and smiled at me again, the way she always used to when we still had time. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Because sometimes, when you love someone, you have to let them go, even when it feels like it’s tearing you apart from the inside.

My voice wasn't loud, yet it ripped through the romantic scene like a bomb. The smiles on the guests' faces froze. Everything seemed to pause in time. Even Yvonne's radiant expression stiffened. Her usually gentle eyes were now filled with embarrassment. "What are you talking about, Cindy? Today is my and Charles' big day…" Charles' face had drained of color. He stared at me intently. "What did you just say?" I stared straight at him and repeated firmly, "I don't love you anymore. It's over between us." With that, I put down the microphone and turned to leave. This place made me sick to my stomach.

"Not with iron. With legal documents and a job you created to trap me and a debt clause you pulled from my brother's sentencing. The chains look different now, Cedrick. They're not gone." "I'll tear up the documents. All of them. Every legal claim I have on you, destroyed. You'll be free." "I've been free for three years. You're the one who keeps trying to take it back." I searched her face for the crack, for the opening, for some sign that the love she'd confessed on Martin's floor was still alive behind the resolve. I found it. It was there, sitting in the tightness around her eyes and the tremor in her hands and the way her wolf pressed toward mine even as her words pushed me away. She lo

He looked at my features and said softly, "He looks exactly like Noah." When Dad woke up, he ignored Grandpa and Granny's attempts to stop him and staggered over to me, gently holding my hand. My right hand, which had been clenched shut the whole time, finally opened to reveal a small stone in my palm. It was a lucky charm made from an ordinary rock. Faintly carved on it were the words, "Dad, I love you." This was the last gift I gave to Dad. When Dad saw the lucky charm, he burst into tears. He gently kissed me and said, "Ben, in the next life, would you still want to be my child?"

I poured my heart out to her, believing I was talking to myself, getting everything in my head out into the open so that when she opened her eyes I could ask for her forgiveness. Three days later she opened her eyes and stared at me. I was fast asleep, holding her hand, my head on my arms, my cheeks still wet with the tears I always seemed to shed when I was alone with her. She did not wake me, just lifted her other hand and placed it on my head, running her fingers through my long, silky curls. 'You need to learn to let me go, Killian O'Hara. Always remember, if you love them, let them go; if they love you back, they will return.'

With a baby on her hip and coffee that tasted like survival. She’d made tea at 3:17AM. She’d learned he had nightmares. She’d left his office door cracked open and waited to see if he’d close it. She was the one who made this place breathe. And he let her go because he was too scared to say “stay.” Day 69. “Loving someone means letting go.” He’d repeated that to himself all night yesterday like a prayer. Like it would hurt less if he said it first. It didn’t.

Once again, I had an episode. My best friend rushed forward and snatched the knife from my hand, her face twisted with resentment. "How long are you going to keep this up? You think you can act however you want just because you have depression? No wonder Nolan left you!" I froze. My best friend, however, looked relieved. "I should have told you sooner. Nolan specifically asked me to stay with you today because he was afraid you'd try to ruin his wedding to Evelyn." She blocked the doorway, looking self-righteous. "Let me make this clear. Even if you cut your wrists and died right here today, you still can't keep trying to come between them. So what if you once helped Nolan? After all t