Of Love And Regret Novels & Stories

"Now I fight for custody. You go back to New York and rebuild your life. And we see if time and distance can heal what we broke." "That sounds like goodbye." "It is. For now. Maybe forever." He finally touched my hand, just briefly. "But Hartley? I do not regret loving you. I regret how we ended. How I handled things. How we both let fear override trust. But the love itself? That was real. Maybe the only real thing in my life." "I do not regret it either. Even though it destroyed me." "We destroyed each other. That is what people like us do. People too broken to love safely. Too damaged to choose wisely." He stood. "Goodbye, Hartley. I hope your next love is with someone whole. Someone who d

I wanted to laugh because I was such a fool to still feel anything for him. “Alex, you have known, haven’t you? I don’t have much time left. And you still treat me like this? Did you ever truly love me?” “First, you made me buy a stupid cake that you wouldn’t eat. And now, you want me to believe your lies? Come on, you are dying? Is it funny to mess with me? Your tears mean nothing to me! Who do you think you are crying for? I won’t feel sorry for you anymore!”

My tears start to well in my eyes also. I could feel his pain. He wiped his tears and tap my shoulder. “So if you love a woman who has done nothing but love, understand, and take care of you, never do anything that will make her lose. Because regret is in the end. While she is with you, while she is there, while she is alive, love her more than she loves you.” He looks away and looks at the sky. “Because when she’s gone, you can't do that to her anymore. And that is what you will regret.”

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

he began, his voice barely a whisper, "I did so many wrong things to you. I feel like this pain is enough to kill me so I can be reunited with you, my love. And God knows how I regret not confessing my love for you when I had the chance. I regret not fighting for our love, for letting you go so easily. I regret not seeing the truth that was in front of me all along, that you and I are meant to be together. I loved you, Anna, from the bottom of my heart." He paused, his gaze fixed on the grave as he cried his heart out, "I loved you, Anna, you hear that sweetheart? I, blinded by my pride and my fear, failed to see that... that... you and I are meant to be together." His voice broke, tears str

My knees buckled, but I refused to collapse. I struck her across the face, claws leaving deep gashes. She staggered back, snarling, her blood splattering the floor. “You’ll regret that,” she hissed. “I already regret everything!” I screamed, tears blurring my vision. “I regret letting myself believe you were gone. I regret mourning you. I regret loving you when all you ever wanted was to betray me.” The words hurt more than the wounds. But they were true. Callista’s expression flickered pain, hesitation, maybe guilt. Then it hardened again. “Love is a weakness I cut out long ago.”

Yet, she is left with all but a broken hope and a bitter reality. “I took the greatest regret that I ever think off from my cruel life to which I choose, yet I was caught in surprise and realize I was the stupid one from all, for the greatest regret is not my life, but when I fall deeply in love with you.” Taken by lies and his regret she is caught to the eyes that are so cold, cold as it can be. The cold eyes he had then, the cold eyes she’s seen before, and the cold eyes that froze her painful heart back then turn to the polar opposite now.

His eyes were drizzling like a stream. He couldn't find any way to console himself. There was nothing left except regret. The someone, whom he had loved, had lost her life because of his hasty decisions. He didn't think for a second that Ivana could ever betray him. But no, he didn't think about another aspect of this coin. His regret was dripping with each tear.

I hope you find true happiness, the kind that's worthy of you. "Signed, the coward who dared not say he loved you." The letter was soaked through with tears, and only then did I realize I was weeping uncontrollably. I felt the hatred and bitterness I once clung to melt away in that moment. I also finally understood that love and hate were nothing more than fleeting moments. And I suddenly realized that the greatest regret in life wasn't loving the wrong person—it was loving each other, yet still missing one another because of cowardice and misunderstandings.

I pray mostly that I’m wrong and that when I finally open my eyes, you’ll still be there waiting for me. As hard as it is, I don’t have many regrets. Loving you and having you in my life will always be one of the best things I ever did. I won’t ever regret opening that front door and imprinting. I won’t ever regret having my children. I won’t ever regret doing what I did because despite what Death thinks, love does conquer all. Love will always be more important. It has to be.