Novel & Cerita The Love She Let Go

Lowering her eyes, she muttered, "I knew that I was the outsider, but I couldn't bring myself to let go of you... You were the best person I had ever met in my life... You had shown me what it meant to be loved... Even though I knew she was better for you, I wasn't able to let you go... But I guess I don't really have much of a choice anymore..." She tried to push my arm aside, trying to escape from my grasp. But I refused to let go. Instead, I tightened my arms around her, pulling her flush against my body despite her struggles. There was no way I was going to let the love of my life walk away with such a nonsensical misunderstanding. "Achilles, what are you doing? Let me go. I'm letting yo

He had shown me the light - a light I had long sought for as a child and maybe after finding it and grabbing unto it, I can't seem to let go. “ I know that you love Boss but that doesn't mean you should subject yourself to such cruelty in the name of love. Sometimes, it's okay to let go and move on. It's okay to be selfish and put you first,” she knelt down in front of me, trying hard to make me realize. “ You have people who love you now so there's no need to beg for someone's love. And just in case you didn't know, there's nothing like one true love - at least I don't think there is. If that was true, have you ever wondered why people can fall in love again after losing someone they've lov

I turned to leave. I hated that I couldn’t take her out immediately. Scott loved his mother and I would not be cruel to him. “George. I love you so much,” she grabbed my hands but I pushed her off me. “Can’t you see that I love you? All these things, everything I did was all because of my love for you. Why won’t you look my way or love me even just a little? I’m the mother of your son,” I shook my head. “You are nothing but my biggest regret. Stay the hell out of my way and affairs.”

When Derek Sloan's childhood sweetheart, Nina Graham, has another depressive episode, he hands me divorce papers. I calmly sign my name and tell him I'm leaving the country. He looks at me in surprise, then it dawns on him. "You're so well-behaved this time. Did you realize that throwing a fit won't work, so now you're trying a different way to win me back?" he asks. "Going abroad is fine, too. "That way, you won't upset Nina. Once she's better, I'll come get you." I return my wedding ring to him and look at the ugly scars on my wrist. I say calmly, "There's no need to. Let's let each other go and stop dragging this out."

… It was a long time after Jack left before I finally let out a heavy breath. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I couldn't let go of my lingering feelings for Jack, but being stuck in a love triangle was truly tormenting. So, as soon as dawn broke, I went to the old grounds of the Crescent pack. "Mom, should I break the mate bond?" I whispered to her tombstone. The wind blew, as though it were my mother sighing. I gently touched the tombstone. Suddenly, the wolf-fang bracelet that had been on my wrist for a long time snapped, and the fang fell to the ground.

Her voice softened slightly, and somehow that hurt most of all. “Let me go.” That was the first time she’d said the word love since the shooting, and it sounded exactly like goodbye. She walked toward me slowly, carefully. Close enough for me to reach out. Close enough to pull her into my arms and refuse to let go. Every instinct inside me screamed to stop her, to fight for her, to keep her with me. But I didn’t touch her. Didn’t stop her. Because I knew if I pushed her now, I would destroy what little remained of her.

Damn it. "Yeah, I should have let it go, and moved on," I said to her so softly I barely recognized my voice. "But I can't. You want to know why?" Again, she couldn't respond. With a sad smile, I said, "Because I still love you, and letting you go was the hardest thing for me to do." And I did the stupidest thing. I kissed her.

Just like it did when she was forced to let go of someone she was quite attached to in the past… As that thought crossed her mind, Angelina's face broke into a wistful smile. No, she didn't really let go. She was forced to move on but she didn't really let go. She just couldn't let go and forget Him. No, that wasn't possible. Afterall, no woman ever forgets her first love…

"Actully first of all you are my fucking Mate I don't know how you can't fucking sence it, and second of all if you want to be calling taratory you fucking live on my fucking land." Her face goes as red as a tomato, I can practicly see the smoke coming from her ears. In my openon she looks hot as hell. "Then I gess I'll just have to find a place to call my own. A fucking place that you can't come near with out my permishon." "Good luck finding a place that I can't get in sweetheart. I can go anywere I damb well please."

"I must be mad to have ever loved you, Julian." Her heart was long dead. From that moment on, she would never love Julian Ziegler again. Otherwise, she would spend the rest of her life burning in the flames of a love that would never see an end. Without further explanation, she turned and left. She was letting it all go. After all, the entanglement of love and hate was no match for the simple act of letting go. "Willow." Who was that, calling out from behind her? Was it the Julian from their youth?