Love You Enough To Leave You 소설 & 이야기

“Emily…” “I’m in love with you.” I said, and a little burden lifted off my chest. “I love you. I’m saying I love you. Even if it’s stupid, crazy, and pointless, I’m saying it. Please, just don’t leave. I really, really love you. It’s been a while now, but I’ve been deceiving myself. Not anymore. I know what I want. Not John. No. No one, but you. I can’t help it.” I cried out, letting go of all I’d been burning to say to him, and the whole heavy feeling was lifted off my chest.

It was right he loved her more than he loved himself but the moment when we say ‘enough is enough' is also destined to be. He had waited for too long for an answer from Alice. There was no intention of making decisions thinking about her when she was the only one who could do that after Ian had given everything to heal her heart. At least, he wanted to feel part of her life. He loved her as much as he loved her son but, enough was enough. The doors of an uncertain future were opened that morning to him. If only Alice would ask him to stay, with no doubt, he would do that. But it was enough to remember the last moment he saw her and let her know about his affairs and she said nothing. She had

, resonated within the conference room. "Here's my gift to you for your 35th birthday, Willow. If you're seeing this, it means I'm no longer around. It also means that you still haven't moved on from Julian, that scumbag. "I hope you can let go of me and start a new life for yourself, Willow. I'm really glad that the kids are there to keep you company so that you won't feel so lonely. "I know it might be a bit late to say this, but I still need to say it—I love you, Willow.

“But if you walk out now, don’t come back.” He stood slowly, walked to the door, then paused. “I never stopped loving you,” he said, voice hoarse. “But I don’t know how to be part of your world anymore.” I swallowed. “Then maybe you were never meant to be.” He turned once and looked at me like I was both everything he’d ever wanted and the reason he was leaving it behind. Then he walked out. And I let him. Because sometimes, love isn’t enough. Sometimes, loyalty isn’t loyalty if it needs conditions.

Heavy didn’t cover it - the air sat dense, soaked through with last year’s traces: fights faced side by side, meals eaten slow in silence, strolls among flowers when her fingers first curled around mine without pause, moments when laughter came easier because I was near. “I love you enough to let you go,” I said, the words tearing out of me like a confession and a surrender all at once. “I love you enough to want your happiness more than my own. If walking away is what you need to heal, to build the life you deserve without the shadows of this family… then do it. I’ll survive. Somehow.”

Just enough to remember what it felt like to be desired without doubt or distance. Before I realized it, I was already kissing him back, pouring six years of silence into a single aching moment. If I had been brave the night I walked away, I would have told him the truth, the one that lived like a pulse beneath every choice I made. That I didn’t leave because I stopped loving him. I left because loving him wasn’t enough if he didn’t want the same future I was willing to bleed for. But I never said those words. Yet my body confessed everything now.

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"I'm tired and exhausted of holding onto you. They say if holding onto someone hurts you so much then just try leaving them. So I left you, to make myself happy. Now it doesn't pain anymore, because I have already left you." These words, Medusa must have said these words to him earlier but she didn't. Why being in love if you already know that the person you love is the reason of your tears. "Now leave!" my voice was surprisingly stern and serious. He leaned back a little but when I was turned to leave I felt his hands around my waist and I was flushed to meet his hard and bare chest. His grip was strong enough to lock me in his embrace even though I'm trying to wiggle out of his arms.

He wanted to wipe it away, to hold her close and promise her the world, but he couldn’t force her to feel what she didn’t. “I don’t need an answer now,” he said softly. “I just needed to tell you. That I still love you, my heart can not do otherwise. Whatever happens… I’m here. Always.” The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating. Harry stood, pulling on his discarded shirt and glancing back at her one last time. She lay motionless, her breathing steady but her face an unreadable mask. “Goodnight, Anastasia,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

He asked, his voice teary, “Why do I love people you don’t tend to leave me back? Is something wrong with me?” “No, Carter, nothing is wrong with you, your perfect and I know that—”. “But not perfect for you?” “It has nothing to do with being perfect, the heart wants what it wants. I care about you so much but as a friend, and I don’t feel the…”. “I love you, but you love him,” He responded, wiping his tears, “I’m just glad I was able to tell you how I felt before I leave,” “Leave? Why are you going?”