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“I know I should have said this before, but I needed more time. I had plenty of time to think about everything while I was waiting, and I wanted to let you know that I do love you. I feel so much gratitude towards you and everything you have done, but more than anything else, I do absolutely love you. I just wish I were able to say it before.” Her words were like ice water being thrown over me. I have been wanting to hear her tell me that she loved me, but now I felt like it was too late. Instead of feeling warm and happy with her confession, I just felt pain. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tightened my hold on her for the last time. Placing my lips against the side of her head, I pressed for a l

“I love you, too. Sorry for taking too long.” THE END

I added. He returned his gaze to his coffee. "It's too late," was his only response. "It's better to be late than sorry, they say. She's just probably listening to us. Tell her before she leaves. If she disappears, at least you were able to tell her that you love her too. Surely, there will be a part of you that will be happy when you do that."

It was either her or the vengeance burning in him. He had chosen her once over his everything, this time he wouldn't, his revenge is the end for him. Gently placing a soft kiss over her hand, he placed it on her stomach with utmost care before staring at her unblinkingly, "Why didn't love me before?" He whispered but she wasn't able to hear him, seemed like it was true, He loved her too early and she loved him too late.

I frowned, if it’s a problem, doesn’t that mean it can be fixed? I started to feel a sliver of hope. “Then tell me. What is it? What exactly are you so unhappy about?” But she just said, “Too late.” That flicker of hope? Gone. Snuffed out like a match. I felt like something dark had swallowed me whole. Too late? How can it be too late? Three years. Three real, messy, loving years—wasn’t that worth even a second of hesitation? I’d already dropped my pride for her. I was practically begging. But she didn’t even glance back. Just turned away—cold, silent, gone.

Henry continued, "I can give you time to calm down, to heal. You can vent, yell at me, or even hurt me here if you need to. But no one else can separate us." "Henry, you've been just as ruthless over the years." "Yvonne, please, believe me. I truly love you. Come back, and we can have our own children. We can find happiness together." "Do you know, Henry, the biggest regret of my life is falling in love with you? I'm thankful to you and Cynthia. You both made me realize how foolish I was, though it was a painful process... But fortunately, I'm awake now." "Yvonne..." Henry's tone suddenly softened.

As a result, the urn slipped from her hand and fell uncontrollably down the cliff. "No!" I watched helplessly as my mother's urn fell off the cliff. Desperation consumed me as I rushed over to try to catch it. Daisy abruptly reached out to grab me. "It's just an urn. Do you have a death wish?" "Get lost!" I shook her off me. "Daisy, since you and Caleb love James so much, I'll let you guys be together." Then, I turned around and flung myself over, my figure disappearing into the sea of clouds.

Trying to see if she really knows that she sounds pathetic right now. “After everything you’ve seen, you should know better. His love for me is real. And when it comes down to it, he will always choose me over you.” She paused, her eyes gleaming with confidence. “So you should stop imagining that his concern for you means anything.” “If you’re really that happy with him, and he loves you as much as you claim, then I wonder why he still hasn’t signed the divorce papers?” Her smile faltered slightly. “Or why he hasn’t proclaimed you as his Luna.”

I was going to acknowledge its presence, because denying the presence of things did not make them go away, it just made them louder, and I was going to put it in the correct category, which was residual, which was old, which was the completely understandable emotional remnant of a person who had been badly treated and had then been seen and was now watching the seeing end. That was all it was. It was not love. I was certain of that. I had looked at what I felt when Dominic put his hand at the small of my back and what I felt when I heard Eli say Dom is Dom, Dom is the best, and I knew what love looked like in me and this was not it. It was something older. Something that had been there befor

I stared at her , she remained still. She didn't push my hand away,neither did she try to step away. “ Don't say it.” Her voice broke. I turned her to face me,and gently cupped her cheeks.” I love you … I should have told you sooner but it's never too late.” Her shoulders vibrated as her eyes watered.” It's too late…you're getting married.” I placed a kiss on her forehead.” It's all part of the process…..I want you to trust me,please.” There was desperation in my voice as I spoke.