Stop Overthinking Your Relationship Novels & Stories

Thinking about this is really shaking me to the bones. No no, I can't think that way. Strange things happen all the time and this is just one of them. I won't make anything out of this. I should stop overthinking it. Yes...I won't think about it. ° ° ***

Compared to all of that, navigating a complicated relationship seemed almost manageable. "What are you thinking?" he asked. "I'm thinking that maybe you're right. Maybe we are borrowing trouble." "And?" "And maybe it's time to stop being so afraid of what might go wrong and start focusing on what's going right." He smiled—that slow, devastating smile that had gotten me into trouble from the very beginning. "Such as?" "Such as the fact that we love each other. Such as the fact that we make each other better people. Such as the fact that even when we're fighting, even when we're scared, even when everything else is falling apart, we keep finding our way back to each other."

I told the barman because I needed to wash any thoughts of Ryan off my mind this night. “Rough night?" He asked pouring out the shots for me. “You don't know half of it." I told him as I downed one of the shot. My chest burned from the spirit. Yes, burn every thoughts of Ryan. He wasn't the air I breathe and I needed to get that into my head this night. If I ever wrote a relationship book, the first rule I would put there is ‘Never desire what is never yours.' Why? Because it would cause you a lot of heartache and stress you mentally.

“Yeah?” “You're standing in my way.” He has an overly patient tone, as if he’s said the same thing several times and I simply didn’t hear him any of the other times he spoke. “Am I?” I say, very aware of what I’m doing. I’m stalling. Trying to give myself more time to think before he takes off. I already feel bad because I know what I want to do - take him back - but I don’t know if it’s the best decision... or the safest. The odds are, he’s going to hurt me and things will end on a bad note. Most relationships end. But what if this is the one that’s meant to be forever?

"Relationships are a big step. What if things don't work out? What if we scare each other off?" She leaned in, her eyes sparkling. "Then at least you'll know, right? You won't spend all this time wondering 'what if.' Besides," she nudged me, "look at you! You can barely stop smiling when you think about him. That doesn't sound like someone who's scared." I bit my lip, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

“Kate is brilliant, you can definitely hold important conversations with her without feeling like you are boring her out. It took me a while to understand why my father was so keen on her. I don’t want to lose out on being her person. But it seems like I might never get the chance considering the stupid attitude I put up a while ago.” “Beating yourself up won’t actually do you any good. What you can do is resolve things by addressing the elephant in the room. Next time when you have a reason to be doubtful, rather than keeping it to yourself. You ask questions and bare your heart. Relationships that work out aren’t magical. They are from sacrifices made by consistently trashing things that a

I needed to clear the air on that so that she wouldn’t think she had to. “No no no I promise. I’ve felt this for a while and my overthinking made me push everything to the back of my mind in fear of being played. I’m sorry. I really should give you more credit. You’ve stood by me even through the adversaries. You make sure I’m happy and comfortable even when we are fighting. I love that. I think I’m ready to throw all that overthinking to the wind now. I can’t continue with the what if’s anymore because I’m not only hurting you, I’m hurting myself because I’m depriving us of the bliss we could be having.” She narrated.

Why did everything with him feel so right? It’s the alcohol, I told myself. It had to be because none of this could be right. “Stop thinking,” he murmured through our kisses. “What?” He pulled away a little. “You’re overthinking this.” “You should be overthinking it, too.” “I overthink everything,” he said and planted kisses on my lips in between his words, punctuating them. “When I’m out without Ben, drinking, knowing that I don’t have to wake up in the morning and be a dad right away, I stop thinking. I allow myself that courtesy because, God, I’ll drive myself insane. You should do that, too. Stop thinking.” He slid his hand onto my breast, and I gasped. “Just feel.” His logic made all th

“Of course you are. I have known you for years now, and you also do that whenever you’re overthinking. I told you not to do that again. This isn’t even worth it.” She smiled faintly and bounced her head. “True. It isn't worth it. I’ll stop thinking about it, okay? It’s been years now, and we both have moved on. She has a husband, and I have a husband. She has children, and I have a son. She must have moved on.” “Definitely. So, let’s focus on ourselves and shun those thoughts, okay?” “Hmm… okay!” She answered with great energy and a large grin.

Winnie didn't see me as a man back then, but we shared a bed and shit. "Sure," I tell her, grinning. "Let's look for a better flat than the one Mark will keep to himself." Winnie giggles. "This is crazy... we are moving too fast... we will crash, and it will be bad, but why does it feel so right?" I take off her shoe and squeeze her wet foot, warming it in my hand as I peer up into her eyes. "When you're in a relationship, stop thinking with your head and instead, feel with your heart. If this feels right, then let's just do it."