What To Do When No One Loves You 소설 & 이야기

it wont help me and wont help her either. "Hmmmm...I am in loved with you Amber...I love you...I have feelings for you...and you want to be with someone else, a guy...you want to be with everyone to discover yourself... and then you want me to stay? how? what about me...have you even try to think if you could understand me as well? I am sorry if I cant understand you for now...maybe in time once I moved on from you, if things is not so painful anymore...sorry for disturbing you...see you around"

I turned it on and I saw thousands of text messages and missed calls from everyone I could think of all asking about the wedding. But the most annoying thing about all of this was that I still found myself checking if I could see one text from Alex telling me that he changed his mind and he was sorry. I still found myself holding on to him . This was going to be the most miserable day of my life. I sent a broadcast message to all my contact telling them I'm okay and needed space and then switched off my phone. I didn't want to see their response, didn't want to know what they had to say, didn't want their sympathy.

In the office, neither of them noticed my presence outside the door. I poured out the soup I had made for Shawn Felton and turned to leave. Shawn always kissed me carefully, so I had never seen him kiss so passionately. Only now did I realize that it was because he only showed that side of himself to someone else. I'd once believed that I could marry for love, but instead, reality dealt me a heavy blow. Disappointed, I wiped away my tears and took a cab back to the villa.

* *But I'm going to love him anyway. *Without expectation. Without manipulation. Without needing him to validate my worth.* *Because that's what real love is.* *Wanting someone's happiness even when it doesn't include you.* *I'm not there yet. But I'm trying.* *For him. And for myself.* *To become someone worthy of love.* *Even if that love never comes.* I close the journal and stare at what I wrote. It's the most honest thing I've ever written. No strategy. No manipulation. No self-deception.

Maybe he had laughed in front of me while knowing he had touched my wife. Who knows. That thought alone made my jaw tighten. It was infuriating not knowing his face. That bastard better pray I never find out who he is. I’d make him wish he was never born. I ran a hand through my hair roughly and leaned back against the seat. What the hell was I supposed to do now? How do you make someone love you again? Especially when you spent years rejecting that love. My phone suddenly ding beside me. I glanced down at the screen.

he asks, his vulnerability shining through. “Absolutely,” I say, feeling a surge of hope. “I think love is a powerful thing. It can change everything. And when you find it, whether it’s with someone else or even just within yourself, it’ll be different. You won’t feel hollow anymore.” The elevator begins to rise, and I feel a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. I want to reach out, to touch his arm or hold his hand, but I don’t want to overwhelm him. Instead, I keep my eyes locked on his, willing him to see the truth in my words. “You’re not alone in this journey, Will. I’m here, and I want to help you figure it out. No pressure, just… whenever you’re ready.”

" I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say anything in response. "When it comes to relationships, you're a coward. That's why I decided to give up on you. You're not worth liking," Clara said, her voice so calm that it frightened me. "Still, I'm grateful. If not for you, I might've frozen to death on the streets long ago. I truly appreciate everything you've done for me over the years. If there's anything you want, tell me now. I'll do my best to fulfill it. After that, we're even."

Some days, I feel like a victim. I often feel myself spiraling into a darkness that I can't escape. Am I cursed to a life of loneliness and heartbreak? Is true love even real, or will it remain a figment of my imagination? I feel life is more beautiful when we share it with others, and so the thought of living my entire life without someone to share it with is too much to bear. Who knows? Perhaps I have so much love to give, but it seems like I will always mess it up in the end.

“Yes, but you need someone to support you. You can't really believe that you are going to do all of this alone, right? It would be impossible, there are too many ways to mess it up, and while I know you are smart, and you think you can handle yourself, you need to find someone else, another way to get the love you need!” Groaning, I conceded Kimora's point. She was right. There were quite a lot of things that needed my attention, and sometimes at nights I felt a loneliness that engulfed me. It might be nice to cuddle up with someone when I was trying to sleep, but unfortunately, I could not find a single person that matched the idea I had in my head. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw him, my

“Because Hevo didn’t ask you to dance.” She turned her attention back to the sky. She felt awkward. “N-no.” “You don’t seem to be hiding it well.” She didn’t comment. He didn’t know. “Can I ask you something?” he asked again. “What is it?” she managed to ask despite her awkwardness. She heard his soft sigh before he spoke. “What if you fall in love with someone who’s not your kind… I mean, not an ordinary human being, to be specific.” This time, she looked at him again. His face was very serious as he stared into her eyes.