Once I Was Lost Novels & Stories

Her voice cracked a little, but she didn’t let it weigh her down and found her original tone back, singing smoothly. I laughed and shook hand And made my way back home I searched for form and land For years and years I roamed I gazed a gazeless stare We walked a million hills I must have died alone A long, long time ago Who knows? Not me I never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world

• Lose you to love me-Selena Gomez • "You promised the world and I fell for it I put you first and you adored it Set fires to my forest And you let it burn Sang off-key in my chorus 'Cause it wasn't yours I saw the signs and I ignored it Rose-colored glasses all distorted Set fire to my purpose And I let it burn You got off on the hurtin' When it wasn't yours, yeah We'd always go into it blindly I needed to lose you to find me " I hadn't noticed pesh almost sudden disappearance and that I was straying further and further away from the intended path .

He kept singing and lifted his head, giving me that deep look that made everything spin. My soul has already lost its way My body doesn't recognize my commands A lifetime to love you I already gave up on escaping I'm out of breath, Little One. Breathless

I whisper, “you looked at me like I was real.” Silence. Absolute silence. I feel every eye on us, every breath suspended. “You did not treat me like an accident,” I say, my voice trembling. “You did not treat me like something fragile that would disappear.” I blink rapidly, but a tear slips free anyway. He lifts his free hand instinctively, brushing it away with his thumb. The touch steadies me. “I was lost,” I admit. The words come out raw, unpolished. “I was lost in a body that felt borrowed, in a future that felt uncertain, in a world that did not feel entirely mine.”

I used to love meeting new people, love making new friends. But now, all of those things seemed like distant memories. Now, I was too scared to even leave my room. As I lay there, staring out the window, I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was disappearing into the darkness of my own mind. I thought about all the things I had lost, all the things I had given up. I had lost my freedom, lost my confidence. I had lost myself. As the tears began to fall, I felt like I was mourning the loss of my old self. I was mourning the loss of the person I used to be, the person I used to want to be.

She messed with the wrong one, I was lost deep in thought that I didn't know when I lost control, I looked up and was shocked to see a fact approaching car, it was already too late All I heard was crashing sound and everything blackout

Joy. Is this really happening? To me? After everything. . . I’m finally receiving the kind of recognition I once dreamed of? My vision blurred. Tears gathered in my eyes as I bowed my head, overwhelmed by a happiness I hadn’t felt in years. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I didn’t feel invisible. I felt seen.

Hello my lovely Readers!! I just wanted to thank each and everyone of you!! His Lost Love was my first book but somewhere, I lost the spark and foolishly decided to stop writing it. It was the most stupidest thing I have ever. I wouldn't have finished it if not for your faith on me. You have been showering me with your constant love and support throughout the journey. Some of you have even motivated me to continue the story when I had lost hope as a writer. I am grateful to all those amazing readers!! You don't know what it means to me.

I wasn't going to ask for help. But now with this perverted drunk man, will I have to finally drop my ego and ask for help? ********* Keep her pride and loose her dignity? Or keep her dignity and loose her pride. Or is she going to end up losing all?

I just want to enjoy my life, to create a future for me that I will thank myself one day. I stood up and looked at the window to see the trees dancing with the wind. The comfort that place is giving me is something that I can’t find in the City of Bloom. I took a deep breath and opened the windows. Wind splashed on my face. Home. Can I call this my home? I hugged myself as the wind started to get cold. I closed my eyes to feel it and think of the things happening right now. The other day, I enjoyed fixing the company, attending meetings, and listening to their suggestions. Now, I am here thinking of myself, who I really am? Where do I really belong? Why did my parents lose me?