Too Late To Love Her นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There's nothing worse than feelings realized late. The only thing I had on my side was the fact that she declared that she would never love him, but that wasn't good enough to assure me. Neo had time on his hands. He had enough time to carve his name in her heart and although she claimed she had liked me for five years, it was nothing compared to the years he had.

"I- I- since late middle school, the first day I saw you, I was new in the class and there wasn't a seat for me remember? Bloody you, offered your seat to me and from that day onwards sunshine, I couldn't. I couldn't possibly control it. I fell in love with you. This is not some silly crush, I truly love you. I understand that it's too late-" "You love me?" "Yes," she nods. "Fuck, I love you too Angel, I've dreamt of hearing those words coming out your mouth and- damn it, I wish I would've done this sooner," "No, you didn't," she shakes her head, her eyes becoming watery as she takes my hands into hers, looking at me dead in the eye. "It's never too late to find somebody new. Just because yo

"I always replied that I love you too. But I never told you how much thankful I am to you for loving me" "Well, it's been too late for that. Because it's been nine years since we confessed it", she giggles. "It's never too late. To love. To unlove. To trust. To break the trust", I say. Her eyebrows slightly curl up into a frown and I distract her by kissing her lips passionately. It's actually never too late. To break. To leave. To mess up. To betray.

He clamped his palms on his mouth, so to keep his sobs quiet. //--She just told me how she felt. Why did she not tell me this earlier? I guess it is easier when time has run out. I guess it is better late than never. I never had a woman love me this much. Is this how something too good to be true feels? Just when it is all going so well, there has to be a quick end. Does she really have to go? Can she not stay a little bit longer? Like ten years… Fifty years… Forever?--//

“He spent two years convincing himself you didn't matter but the second he thought someone else might love you... he couldn't stand it.” I looked away. “That's not love.” “No,” Marcus agreed. “It isn't.” The word echoed inside me,Love. I had chased it for two years,cooked dinners hoping he'd stay home,learned how he liked his coffee,remembered every anniversary, every meeting, every birthday of people he barely remembered himself. I'd become an expert in loving someone who had never asked for my love,yet the one thing I'd never received in return... was love itself.

Lydia mode activated. “Love and death,” I said slowly, “are things that find you at the right time. They’re not things you need to chase.” I saw her lean in slightly. I continued. “So to every young woman out there trying to succeed, remember this… success is something you work for. You build it. You fight for it. But love… real love… you don’t have to pursue it the same way.” I paused, then added, “And no, I don’t believe you have to forfeit one for the other.”

Not when I knew the truth. I had always loved her. I just realized it too late.

Too stupid. I let her slip away. I let her go. Her brightness, her smile, the way she loved everything she had, I once had all of it, but I didn’t hold on. By the time I knew I wanted her, when I was finally ready to be the man she needed, it was too late. And when I finally realized I wanted her, when I was ready to be the man she deserved, she had already moved on. The ache of losing her settled into my bones, a constant reminder of my own failings and the reality that she found what I couldn't give her with someone else.

Did she still love him? *********************************************************************************

Then his eyes darted around nervously. "Mia... Mia..." Hazel, who had been keeping watch by his bedside, saw the look on his face. Jealousy flickered across her eyes. She spoke in a soft, pitiful voice. "Grayson, Mia left with her parents. She heard about the accident. She didn't care at all. She doesn't love you. Grayson... could you just look at me instead? The truth is... I've secretly loved you for ten years." Grayson's expression froze. He turned and looked at the girl he had always believed was so innocent, so naive, so clueless about love.