Romans & histoires Love You Is My Fault

He holds her hands tightly and continues,”Only as a friend, I know that you have feelings for me, but I am not that lucky one to be with you, I am extremely sorry but I can't accept your proposal, I can die for you but I can't love you because that's not what I am made for, please understand me” His answer actually shook her which I could notice from her expressions and the mug fell from her hands to be scattered in pieces,”Blythe, are you fine ? , Blythe are you listening me ?” he asked in a worried voice, to which she replied trying to keep calm,”Fine, but can I know the reason why you can't love me, is it my mistake that I expected too much from you or is it mistake of destiny that I met

, Sarah said, smiling. "I knew you'd gloat. I'm just trying not to get my heart broken but I'm going anyways. There is no reason why I should stand up a perfectly reasonable guy because he puts me in my feelings" "Spoken like a true man ready to fly in love" "I'm not ready to fall in love, bitch. I'm just going along with the cruise", Pierce corrected. "I'm not trying to be cliche or anything but that's when love hits you. When you're not expecting anything, just going along with life. It's like a big bang. Just woosh"

"You're going to make me cry." "Good. You need to cry more." "I don't cry." "You're crying right now." "I'm not—" A tear slips down her cheek. She wipes it away angrily. "This is your fault." "I know." I pull her closer. "Everything is my fault." She laughs — soft and wet and so unlike her public persona. "I love you," she says. "I know." "I mean it." "I know." I press a kiss to her forehead. "Now let's get you some coffee."

Elyssa POV Asher’s warmth closed in around me, wrapping me up in an instant. “Don’t leave me, Elyssa.” His face was pressed against mine, his voice thick with emotion, vulnerable in a way I’d never seen before. “I love you, Elyssa. It’s always been you. Only you. “I was a fool to hold you to Luna’s standards, thinking that was the only way you’d be worthy of the role. “But I was wrong. You’ve always been enough. You never needed to change a thing.”

"You're trying to defend yourself, but you're running from something that could be great. You think love is a weakness. It isn't. It's the only thing that makes any of this worth it." They stood there, silent, the tension as tight as a wire between them. "I don't know how to do it," he said finally. "I don't know how to let go of my guilt. I don't know how to be the man you need." "Then don't be perfect," she panted. "Just be truthful." Grayson grasped her hand, his touch tentative, fingers stroking hers with the same hesitation that had been in his kiss. "I've been thinking about you since the day you came into my life," he admitted. "And I've tried—God, I've tried—to resist it. But I can't

made Ethan feel bad, saying, “I apologize, Olga. I swear I will not do it again.” He raises both of his fists in an oath while kneeling in front of her. Olga is ecstatic, but she interrupts him right away, stating, “It is best not to kneel. Ethan, it is not your fault. I too am a human with vulnerabilities. We are both driven by our own impulses, which can be misleading." Adding, "Furthermore, we are still too young to distinguish between filial love and romantic love, alright? Now let us leave, and better wish me luck as I also likewise wish for you.”

But he has to deal with it now because Jasper Morgan belongs to me. "I'm sorry, Jas," My fingers brush against his cheek, wrapped in a delicate lattice of gauze. "I'm so, so sorry." A pained laugh escapes my throat. "I'm a coward. A coward who doesn't deserve you. A coward who's falling for you, despite all my flaws." "Yolo." Luciano suddenly walks into my room with a bottle of water, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of concern and curiosity. His timing is the last thing I need right now.

“Even now, you can’t…you won’t…I didn’t know it would happen. I’ve been trying, but no matter how many showers I take…I’m still—” “Shh.” Demetrius scooped her up, depositing her in his lap where he could encase her in his warm embrace. “I just want to feel normal again; go back to before.” “I’m sorry,” he said, planting a gentle kiss atop her head. “I haven’t been making it any easier. Nobody blames you for what happened—it wouldn’t have happened if I’d been more careful around that man. If you’re looking for someone to blame, let it be me. It’s my fault, not yours; never yours.”

—People in shock make bad choices. —So do people who decide their pain matters more than the truth. Edward studied her. —Do you still love him? The question was gentle. That made it cruel. Lisa’s throat tightened once. She controlled it. —I do not have time to love him. Her father closed his eyes briefly, as if that answer confirmed exactly what he feared. —Lisa. —No. She leaned closer.

Regardless of whether you say yes or no, I'm going to confess my love to you. I teared up before Calvin even finished speaking. I whimpered, "I'd like to apologize to you too. I should've given you a chance to explain before assuming you had betrayed me. I even blamed you all this while." "So, do you accept me?" Calvin asked seriously as he looked into my eyes. I nodded. "I do." Calvin handed me the bouquet of roses before taking me into his arms. We embraced each other and cried. We then promised to talk to each other about everything and try to avoid any misunderstandings.