Will Someone Ever Love Me Novels & Stories

“But you’re married now, Eva. You’re married to Massimo.He’s the one you should be paying attention to. He should be the one to get your love.” I shook my head.“we can only give love to people that are willing to embrace it” “Oh, Eva.” I drank another liquor while tears streaming down my face. I didn’t know that my life will turn out to be mess like this. I knew Damien would never love me back, but why did I still hope. I’m really dumb. Who would even love a woman like me?

If he hasn’t seen my merit yet, he will never. I had hoped that time would make him see what was right in front of him and that one day I might have been able to explain it all to him. But that feels unattainable now. Because now I know that the version of me he was capable of loving was never real. His love was just fantasy. I dare to wonder if there is any chance. Because Iris—that secret part of me—is dead now. But I am still here. “Do you think…” I ask quietly, trying to keep my voice steady, “you’ll ever love again?”

I hoped I could help kids realize their potential and ability to strive for the life they wanted. My lack of success in love worries me. I hope to one day find a love like Jackson and Kennedy’s. An unconditional love, a love through the good times and the bad. Will I ever fall in love - real love? Not the love that I overlook faults because I’m so desperate not to be alone? Will I ever marry? Will I get a chance to be a mom?

My chin is trembling and so are my hands. The thing that I have now come to realize is that a part of me has been so damaged that I don’t think I will ever be fixed. Ever! I once heard someone talk about their love journey on radio and she said that ‘I will never leave you’ will leave, ‘I will always be there for you’ is always busy and ‘I will forever love you’ never loved you before. These words are hitting me so hard right now. I've seen couples who have dated for years and end up married, like my parents, but then what's the secret? How do I find the one, when the only person I thought was the one cheated on me?

I don't know what the hell is going on in my life, but it seems like every day is just loaded with new miseries and perplexities. Why would no one ever love me? The only person who has ever been close enough to constantly show me love and understanding has been Mitchelle, and now she is upset at me because I did not agree to go to James Crowley for assistance as she suggested I should. Why would no one ever love me? Now, my Nana and I have a major misunderstanding and are arguing about the same individual, which is quite frustrating. What must I say or do to make them realize that my spirit does not accept anything that originates from him or anything that he produces?

“You wouldn’t?” “No, of course not honey. I love her. Still do. And she does love us back you know. In her own crazy way. I wouldn’t lie to you. I am heart-broken. But at least I know I tried everything. I know it’s going to be difficult for the first two or so years. But eventually I will get over her. I mean nobody died of unrequited love, right?”

I want you destroyed like me, to have nightmares that won't let you sleep. I want to hurt you the way you hurt me. Oh god I am becoming a sadist like you, I fucking need to stop. ............................................ #Day 28. What is love? Love, the word sounds so foreign to my ears now. How can you be sure that you love someone or that someone loves you? What is the formula to measure it? Is it something that you can constantly fall in and out of? Or is it something more permanent? May be it's just a myth. Yes, this is what I have concluded.

In this life, I no longer needed anyone's pity or handouts, nor would I ever beg for love again. Because I knew that no matter what, there would always be one person who loved me deeply—and that person was myself.

God! What is happening to me? Why am I thinking such sappy things? I don't know if I'll ever see her again and I'm still thinking about her. I shook my head. No. I won't be fooled this time. I know. I know it's not for me. It never will be. Love doesn't exist. Not after that. It isn’t in my vocabulary. I don't believe in it. It is not for me. And as if I came out of a trance, I realized I would never find true love because everybody betrays you. You don't trust people because they don't let you. Nobody is there for you in the time of need. People leave you. Yes. They always leave you. Just like they left me. ******* Bloom M.

"He does love you." "You know, everyone keeps telling me the same thing over and over that he loves me and I want to believe it but until he says so himself it's never going to be true, and as much as I want to grant you this wish I'm not sure I'm willing to stick by a man who doesn't love me."