Too Late To Love Me Novels & Stories

And all the gods in every cursed sky couldn’t undo it. She had loved me. And I— I had loved her too late.

[Gotta respect the dedication—dude totaled two cars chasing his first love. [Dedication? Try 'delusional.' Wanted to keep his wife and his first love. Now he's got neither.] [Coming up next: our resident car crash champion—Randy Johnson.] Some were mocking, others derisive, and a few even sighed over his so-called deep love. But none of it had anything to do with me anymore. I merely skimmed the news, then returned my attention to the lens in my hands. My friend pouted, clearly dissatisfied with my calm reaction.

"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.

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 continued, "When I was very young, my father passed away, and my mom raised me on her own. But she always favored my brother. I grew up with very little love, always feeling insecure and sensitive. I was afraid to promise myself to anyone. “But you were so good to me back then—you brought me breakfast every day, helped me with my presentations, and surprised me with little thoughtful gifts. You even won over my mom and earned the respect of my brother. You promised me you’d work hard to give me all the love I had missed…” Seth listened quietly, his eyes growing redder with every word until he couldn’t hold back his tears, covering his face as he began to sob. I ignored his reaction and con

“I love you, too.” ***** THE END

"I love you, too. I'll always love you." The End

“The last few days, I have been thinking about the time we spent together. I kept looking at the pictures we took and thought about the experiences we’ve had together. It made me realize that you were the one I loved all along. “I never liked Charlotte, she was just my childhood best friend. I had mistaken that affection for love but I have come to my senses now. I’m going to divorce her tomorrow morning and if you would just give me another chance, I promise I’m going to make you the happiest girl in the world. You will never…” I looked at him crossly and proceeded to knock the ring out of his hand. “Stop talking. Every word you say feels like an insult at this point.” “Do you even have any

"I've been trying to pretend for five years. I've been pretending that you love me and chose me because you wanted me, that I wasn't just a placeholder." "SELENE..." "I'm tired of pretending!" Her voice broke, and the tears I'd been dreading spilled down her cheeks. "I'm tired of being second choice and always wondering if you're thinking about her when you're with me. I'm tired of loving someone who will never see me." The silence that followed was deafening.

Just not in the way he probably hoped. “I can’t wait for the opening. Two more days.” “Two more days,” she repeated. “Are you okay? You sound off.” “I’m fine, just tired. I’ll call you later, okay?” “Okay. Love you.” The words hit her like a truck. He always ends their call with those words but she’s never said it back, never. Kira’s mouth went dry. “I’ll talk to you later came in place of I love you too.” She hung up before he could say anything else.