To The Man I Loved Too Much Romane & Geschichten

My chest tightened, and my hands itched to force the truth out of him. I pushed on. “Do you remember the gardens? The afternoons we ran until we collapsed in the grass? Do you remember the nights I cried, and how you were the only one who hugged me?” “At least try, try and remember something”. I screamed out of desperation. He gave nothing back, just a small tilt of his head. My chest burned with anger, frustration, and despair. The boy I had loved and trusted for so many years was gone. In his place stood a calm stranger, acting a part that didn’t feel real.

He was afraid to admit that the woman he was taking advantage of had become an indispensable part of his life. "I love her! I've wanted to stop the stupid revenge plan for a long time! I love her! I love her!" Wendy's eyes reddened instantly. She felt terrible to see the man she adored suffering. She went up to snatch the bottle from Lucian and yelled at him, "If you love her, go after her! Find her! Beg her! What's the point of drinking here?" Lucian was stunned. He looked a little lost. "Will she forgive me?"

But a part of me died when I saw the man I love in the arms of another. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

My Love. THE END!!

" I frown through my tears because he knows I hate my second name and his slight chuckle lets me know he did it on purpose. "I love you more than the need I have to breathe. I love you so much I don't see a life for myself where you're not there. So... Will you make me the happiest man in the multiverse and be my wife?" I'm at a loss for words. I mean I knew the man loved me but I had no idea it ran that deep. Yes we have problems, a lot of them. But show me a couple that doesn't. Love should conquer all at the end of the day, shouldn't it?

God, I so love this man. ***

Maybe that's how selfish, deaf, and blind you become when you give too much love to someone. "Too much love can kill." Maybe if you love someone, don't give too much. It should be just right, and make sure there's still love left for yourself. Because it's hard to recover from the depths of despair, so until your feelings aren't that deep, try to avoid them. It's also traumatizing. I now have a problem trusting people again; I'm afraid I'll get hurt again. I just want to protect my heart this time. I'm afraid that I'll get hurt again.

He said, sighing. “No, I want to hear you say it.” She pushed. Damon sighed, he couldn’t sugarcoat it for her anymore. It was time they stopped dancing around it. “I don’t love you. I mean, I used to and you know that. But that was when we were young. That was before you broke up with me and moved away from the country to pursue your dreams. I do not hate or blame you for that, but you took that love away with you.” “And then you came back a different person, and didn’t bring the love back. Sure, I was still attracted to you as well. But let’s not pretend it’s more than that. You have always known deep down that the love was gone.”

It was the gift she had bid for in an auction overseas for our third wedding anniversary. At the time, she had said, "My love for you is like this diamond. No matter how many years pass, it will always shine." I had kept that gift and the promise inside its box, believing our happiness would last forever. But in just a few short years, the diamond still sparkled brilliantly—while her heart, and our love, had become clouded and tarnished. Emma collapsed with the ring in her hand and lifted her gaze to the wall, where the only thing belonging to both of us remained.