The Lost Melody Of Love Novels & Stories

I’m happy for that. But the regret will never leave. I’ll always regret leaving her. For not supporting her when she needed me. But the greatest regret will always be to have stopped loving her.

"You want to explain? Fine. Explain why you left. Explain why you never came back. Explain why the first time I see you in a decade, is to rent my fucking womb!" "That's not-" "This was your plan wasn't it? You contacted Maria for this instead because you know that I'll be left as an option." Diego's jaw tightened. "Yes." Her hand came across his face with a tight slap but he didn't move. "Yes," she repeated. "Yes. You knew." "I knew." Lucia's vision blurred, and she felt dizzy but couldn’t faint in front of him. Tears and rage clouded her. "I loved you." Her words came out broken. "I waited for you. I waited thinking maybe you would come back and give an explanation. Maybe there was a reaso

I glanced around the familiar room, eyes landing on a carefully decorated box Bertrand had once prepared. Inside were envelopes—his love letters to me—and a custom-made rose crystal necklace. It was a gift to mark our 100th day together. He once said, "Annie, you're a passionate rose. And I want to be the one who holds it close." After that, he wrote me a love letter every so often. But ever since Marina entered the picture, the letters came less and less.

For all those years, I clung to the belief that the bond between me and the Hawthorne brothers could never be broken. I believed I would marry one of them, and only then would we truly become family, but now I realized that a crush could never compete with a fate already set in stone. Maybe innocent love was just a brief, shining flicker. If genuine feelings were never there from the beginning, how could they be remembered or treasured? Wesley looked at me, his eyes filled with pain. "Then, why? Why did you marry Lucian Grant? If marriage was what you wanted, why didn't you choose me?"

Saying that she hung her head low and continued, "I didn't know what I felt for you then and I don't know how it'll sound to you but Eduardo... I love you, I can't do without you, these few weeks I don't even know how I felt because I've not set my eyes on you... I..." Eduardo's face lit up with a smile and slowly he strode to her and hugged her, doing that, he said, "Come on, don't say that again, who wouldn't have believed that?... And I can't be angry with Cindy, I've tried my best to send you away from my life but it didn't happen, Cindy, loving you is all I can think of now... I am lost in your love... Can't you see it yourself?... I love you too."

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ Every moment replayed, like a haunting song, A bittersweet melody, where I don't belong. In the depths of my solitude, I weep and cry, For a love that was forbidden, never meant to fly. ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ I'll pick up the pieces, though my heart is in pain,

Melody is crying, “Do you know what they did to me? How the two of them made me feel because of you? I can’t do this right now, I’m too tired to handle any of this.” Anthony, who has been holding Melody, steps in. “This is a lot for her to handle. Why don’t we meet tomorrow when things are not so emotional.” “Tell me when and I will be here.” “Say at ten tomorrow morning.” “I will be here. One thing, Melody, I want you to know I never stopped loving you and never will. I did try to get you.” She took a few steps toward the door and stopped. “I always knew you would make music. The only way I have survived these last eight years is the hope your music would lead me to you. Your music always d

Could it be Maria, the one she had lost due to her father's interference? As the melancholy strains of the previous song subsided, a new melody took its place. This one, titled “I love you, I miss you” seemed to take her longing to a deeper, more painful level. The title itself was a stark declaration of love and longing, setting the stage for an emotional journey.

Before she labeled him as monster. Silently, he listened to the melody. He didn't know the song, but he could feel the emotions behind. It was a longing for the unreachable, waiting for a love that was lost and never to be found again. He could never gain this woman's love. She must have felt the intense gaze in her back, for she suddenly turned her head. Her fingers hit the wrong string and a mismatched tone echoed in the foreboding silence.

Her love was gone forever. *******************************