The Day I Stopped Loving You Novels & Stories

Henry thought Tessa was finally giving him a chance, and his heart was filled with hope. However, she destroyed that hope the next second. "I don't love you anymore, Henry. You should go."

She whispered, her hesitation clear and loud. “Look me in the eye, and tell me you don’t still love me. That you have stopped loving me, because I haven’t stopped loving you. I still love you, I’ll always love you, mi amor….. I never stopped. If you tell me you don’t love me….I won’t say I’ll stop pursuing you, because I will never stop. I don’t think I can love without you anymore.”

"Why would you hurt Alessandra when you already have everything you need?" Everything I need? Vincent had spent years making sure everyone knew—how Alessandra was the one he loved, how I was just some pathetic woman who couldn’t let go. To hell with everything I need. I didn’t need a damn thing from him. My fingers curled into fists, my nails digging into my palm as I pressed a hand to my stinging cheek. "There is no us anymore, Vincent," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I’m done. I’ve made up my mind. We’re over."

"But you kept a piece of her voice on your phone. You answered when she needed you. You liked being the person she called. And when I asked you to choose, you left." His eyes filled, but I didn't look away. "That was enough." He sank into the chair beside the bed as if his legs had finally given out. For a while, he covered his face with both hands. "I love you," he said, the words muffled. "I love you so much." I believed him, in a way. Maybe that was the saddest part. Love did not always stop people from being selfish. Sometimes love only made them certain there would be forgiveness waiting when they came back.

I kept going because if I stopped I would never start again. "I know I have no right to say that. I know I picked Mia. I know I let her poison me against you. I know I stood by while she tore you down and I did nothing to stop her. I know all of it. But I still love you. I have always loved you. From the very first moment I saw you. And I have spent every day since then trying to convince myself that I did not. That it was just some stupid crush. That I could get over it. That I could move on. But I can't. I can't and I'm tired of pretending."

“Oliver, I’m sorry. I know there’s nothing I can do to gain your forgiveness. “Please don’t go. I want… to make it up to you. “I’ve already broken all ten of Luther’s fingers and disfigured him. Please, I beg you, don’t leave me!” For a split second, I saw the old her through her gaze. In the past, she would hold my hand gently and smile at me warmly. “Oliver, you’re not allowed to leave me.” Unfortunately, it was all in the past. I was too tired. I had lost the ability to love and receive love.

"Because I never stopped hoping. I never stopped believing. I never stopped loving you. I never stopped wanting you. I never stopped needing you. I never stopped dreaming of you. I never stopped praying for you. I never stopped fighting for you. I never stopped waiting for you." "Hoping for what? Believing in what? What were you holding onto?" "That one day, I'd get to look at the real you again. That one day, I'd get to hold the real you again. That one day, we'd find our way back to each other. That one day, you'd remember me too. That one day, you'd love me again. That one day, we'd be whole. That one day, we'd be home. That one day, we'd be forever. That one day, we'd be us. That one day

“I have moved on, Adrian. Or I’m trying to.” He rubbed the back of his neck, shoulders tense. “Talk to me. Really talk. No cameras. No tweet. Just us.” Sophia turned back to him. She uncrossed her arms but kept her hands at her sides, fingers twitching. “Fine. You want truth? I stopped loving you 731 days ago. I counted.” Adrian’s face changed. His mouth opened, then closed. He took another step, closinged more of the distance. “731 days? You actually counted the days you stopped loving me?”

In the eighth year of my arranged marriage to Don Elias Voss, a single remark from my five-year-old son shattered every illusion I'd had about our marriage. At dinner, I was telling Elias about something funny that had happened that week, trying to make him laugh. He didn't respond. Our son, Silas Voss, did. "Mom, Dad doesn't love you. "My teacher says people only smile at people they like. "So no matter how funny your joke is, Dad isn't going to laugh." My smile froze. Elias glanced at him and didn't deny it. I'd heard the same thing from other people over the past eight years. But hearing it from a five-year-old, I couldn't keep lying to myself. I looked at Elias and asked him one last tim

He drew a breath that hurt. "The day you left. I stood in the airport for two hours after your plane was gone. A woman asked if I was all right, and I said I was waiting for someone. I loved you that day." His eyes were wet and he didn't wipe them. "I loved you every single day. All seven hundred and thirty. I counted them in a hotel room in Paris, on the notepad by the bed. Seven pages of tally marks. I'm not asking you to say anything back. I'm giving you the truth, because you've only ever had the lie."