The Day I Stopped Loving You Novels & Stories

I thought before blowing the dust away and getting ready to play the song What Hurts The Most by Rascal Flatts [What hurts the most Was being so close And having so much to say (much to say) And watching you walk away And never knowing What could've been And not seeing that love in you. That's what I was trying to do...] I sang sobbing while playing the guitar taking different tune "Why can’t I stop loving you?" I screamed “I hate the fact that I love you and I can't stop loving you," I screamed sobbing to my greatest surprise my phone beeped [Bored at home, can we hang out? You are not allowed to say no, bye, your boyfriend]

He's angry. "No one, whatever." I pulled my hand but he gripped it tightly. "It hurts, let go!" I tried to pull my hand from his grip. "You what?" He asked. "You're hurting me! Didn't you had enough? Hurting me was on the top of your list huh? All you do is hurting me, can you ju-" He kissed me, he freaking kissed me. I'm not a dumb girl, I pushed him. "Remember this phrase will you 'one day you will regret losing someone who loves you, they say you will realise it when that person gone', from this day on I'll stop liking you, it hurts.." I told him and pulled my hand from his grip. He froze there. That night I decided to stop. Stop liking him, let's move on, shall we?

This agonizing wait had to end. “I give you a day. Only one day. And that must be sufficient. If you don’t show up, I will…I w-will stop loving you.” Every word pained her. She gripped the pen tightly. Her tears began to dwell up and obscured the view in front of her. “I will stop loving you…stop it all and end this wait. You silly man….” She wiped off her tears with the back of her hand. No matter how blurry everything was, the promise that he had spoken was always clear. The sentence that kept echoing in her head convinced her and softened her heart again.

" I gritted my teeth and slapped him hard across the face. Before he could react, I kicked the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel on the floor. Looking at him with disgust, I reminded him coldly, "Do you think this is about money? I make just as much as you at the company. I'm not short on money. "Ethan West, this was never about money. It's about love." Ethan looked up, his red-rimmed eyes filled with unwillingness. "I love you! There's no doubt I love you. Can't you just wait for me a little longer?" I tilted my head, pointing at the matching tattoos on his hand, his and Anna Lane's.

“You left… and everything just stopped.” The burn of tears stung my eyes as I stepped even closer. “I didn’t know how to stay after everything,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “I was hurt, and I was confused… but I never stopped loving you. Not for a second, Sebastian. I don’t know how to stop loving you. I don’t think I ever could.”

He attempted to hold my hands and remove them from my face, but I resisted and continued sobbing. "Nothing will stop me from loving you, even if you no longer feel the same way. I will continue loving you. When you first entered my life, I thought you were just another passing fling, destined to leave eventually. As I started falling for you, I convinced myself that my love for you would eventually fade away. But each day, my love for you grows stronger than ever before. Asking me to end this relationship is like asking me to end my own life. I can't express the emotions I feel whenever I lay my eyes on you. You mean everything to me. I'd give up everything for you. I mean absolutely everyth

They hung in the air like a slap, leaving a ringing silence between us. James stared at me as if I had just struck him, his face going pale. "What?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. I swallowed hard, feeling the tears spill over now. "I stopped loving you a long time ago, James. I tried to make it work. I did. But it just… it wasn’t enough. We weren’t enough." He shook his head slowly, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You can’t mean that. You can’t. After everything we’ve been through, everything we shared, you can’t just stop loving me."

"I don't need security footage. I just need you to remember this. Don't try any tricks to sabotage my engagement to Jessie. Juliana, the moment you walked away from me five years ago, you lost any right to regret it." The whole thing was so absurd I almost laughed. I looked straight at him and spoke one word at a time. "I have never regretted leaving you." I held his gaze. "And let me say this again. I didn't come back for you. I already have a husband and a child." His face darkened at once. I did not stay to watch. I turned and went back to my room. I was afraid Virgil and Anna would see the cut on my forehead and worry, so I stopped our nightly video calls and switched to voice messages.

“When you asked where I was, I called it dependence. When you wanted my opinion, I told you to decide for yourself. I kept asking you to need less from me, then acted surprised when you finally stopped.” His voice lowered. “I treated the person I loved as though her trust were a burden.” The words might have changed something if he had said them earlier. Now they only described what had already ended. “I know an apology isn’t enough. But I can change. I’ll come to Boston. I’ll make time for the things I kept postponing.” “You want to change because I left.” He did not deny it. “If I had stayed in New York and kept waiting, would you ever have believed anything was wrong?”

“I know that now. I think some part of me always knew it, and I stayed away anyway because it was easier than facing what I’d already lost.” Her eyes glistened in the firelight, but she didn’t look away from me. “Did you ever stop? Loving me, I mean. In all those years.” “Never,” I said, without hesitation, without needing to think about the answer at all. “Not for a single day. I told myself I had to let you go, that it would be easier for both of us if I stopped feeling anything. It never worked. Every single day, I loved you exactly as much as the day I disappeared.”