Unattainable Love Novels & Stories

I finally asked, trying to get to the root of the matter. He chuckled, “You amuse me with your thoughts, June. I'm not gay. It's just that…" He sighed, running his fingers through his hair with a forced smile on his face, “Indeed, I don't have a girlfriend, but I do have a girl that I like.” “Who?!” I almost jumped on him, eager to know the answer to the question. “Who is the one that you love?” He smiled, “She's unattainable. I have loved her for a long time,” he sighed. “I don't know when it started, but I woke up one day and realized that I had fallen for her, hard at that.”

Holding her tears, she found herself alone at midnight. Somehow she got to her apartment, and dropped herself on her couch in the pitch silence at her apartment. She couldn't control her tears falling on her cheek when she thought his words all over again. After her one more defeat, he continues to wipe her tears while thinking, 'What is happening to me? Why do I so much want him to understand when I very well know he hates me to the core? Why won't I just… stop trying and thinking about doing this. But, how would I know he won't if I don't try?'

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

He looks at me with sorrowed eyes. Unable to glance in his direction, I fiddled with my hands. “I have only known death in my life. Why do you think I’m so scared of love? Because it only brings heartache” Maverick grabs my hand, placing it in his, and when I look up at him, his face is sincere. “I will never leave you Sloan” I shake my head. “You can’t promise me that Maverick because I am immortal and you one day will leave me too,” I release his hand standing to find some clothes ready to put off the conversation.

He was born with a weak body. My parents had solely brought me into the world to utilize my umbilical cord blood for his sake. Contemplating this, I cast my eyes downward in silence. "Emmett, why are you so shameless? How does it feel to be my substitute?" He sneered with a malevolent grin. Perhaps he had been pampered excessively. His illness did not leave him pallid. Instead, his eyes gleamed with vitality. "I am Zoey's true love. Do you know why we didn't end up together back then?"

This time Persephone’s voice surprised me as it was now softer, that it almost sounded like a whisper. “Because, true love is unconditional love, where you just love that person without asking for anything in return,” DK explains, “That’s why unrequited love is also beautiful, despite the pain that it leaves behind.” I begin to understand DK. Begin to understand his feelings more. I wanted to hug him, wanted to let him know how sorry I was for being impatient. Wanted to let him know that even if I can’t return the love he freely gave me, I will always be there for him.

I longed to tell you, to bare my soul and confess the depths of my feelings, but the fear of rejection held me captive. I watched you fall in love with Tenu, your bond, a radiant beacon that illuminates your path. It was a love so pure, so unyielding, and I couldn't help but envy the love that eluded me. My heart ached with the weight of unspoken words, a love unrequited and buried deep within my soul.

he said. He then tapped his fingers lightly against the table. “You know what the worst part of loving someone you can’t have is?” I gave him a tired look. “We’re doing this now?” “Answer the question," he insisted. I sighed. “Fine. What?” “It’s not the distance,” he said. “Not the timing. Not even the ending.” I frowned slightly. “Then what is it?” He met my eyes. “It’s the ‘almost'", he says and my chest tightened. “The almost staying. The almost fixing things. The almost choosing each other.”

he started stammering and then blew air through his teeth. "I think the greatest tragedy of all, is to deem yourself incapable of love. No it's not that I can't love or that I won't fall in love. It's just that I simply consider myself incapable of staying in love. The thought, the unbearable heaviness of someone getting to know me is too much for the fragile shell of my body to bear. It is, afterall, just a shell into which the pain behind my mother's tears seeps and then dries up into salt and bitterness.

With the rolling green foothills casting deep shadows, it looks like something out of a dream. Including my groom. Atlas has always been too handsome to be real. Standing there, waiting for me, his eyes shining with love he has never been more beautiful to me. He wants me, every part of me, with all of my flaws. He loves me, really loves me, with the kind of love that can endure hardships and pain. We've been broken and mended and broken again, and now as we come back together one more time, we are becoming something stronger--something unbreakable.