Will Someone Ever Love Me Novels & Stories

Jason says gently. “I...I...I don’t know how to love a person anymore.” Chris runs his hand to his face. “Tell her.” “People...they leave me. That hurts. Maybe I don’t deserve love. Maybe I’m destined to be alone.” “No, you are not. No one deserves happiness more than you. I love you like you are my own son, and I never leave you, right? You love each other, I can see that. True love never comes easy. But when you find it, you hold it fast and never let it go. One day, when all of this is over, you will want someone by your side.”

Still, because of the same person. I can’t deny that no matter how I am trying to move on, he still gets me. Just one word and I’d be on bended knees. I can’t not love him. I will always love him…even after all the pain that he caused me. I may try to get him out of my system once in a while but he will remain. He’s a part of me. To: Love ♥ Yes. Take care and have fun. I sighed and took the courage to change his name on my phone. I shouldn’t be calling him Love. I am not his Love anymore.

I'd risk everything, even wealth for just a little bit of affection from the people I have been loving since I came to this world. The reason why I'd love to know how much you love me is for me to know how much affection and everything I have to spend so they could finally love me. The question that has been lingering in my mind but can't utter is the question; "Do you love me now?" Why? Because I'm afraid they might answer, "Not yet." And I'm going to break even more. That's scary. "Tell me, love. The world has been so cruel to you, right? Did we shatter you too much that you can't even live for yourself any longer?"

"Magness... Dane is mine, and Percy is Deirk's. Nothing will change that. But... what if I helped you?" He snorted in disbelief. "Help me with what?" "Help you learn to love so someone can love you back," I said quietly. Mag stared at me. "You really think that's possible?" I nodded. "Everyone deserves a chance to be loved. Even you."

His tone softens. Luckily for me, I rarely get mad, I am like this flower in everyone’s lives that never dies. Though, everyone refers to me as annoying. “You know, I have never even been in love before.” Yes, I play around, but that doesn’t mean I give my heart to everyone I come across. “Love isn’t supposed to be a prison or a dream, or chasing what you can’t have, love is supposed to be real, love isn’t something that leaves you miserable.”

There was a time when he would run all over Amberton just to buy me a strawberry cake; he would scour the entire commercial street on cold winter days just to buy me a scarf; he would deliver presents to me the moment each holiday began—all just to show me how much he liked me. But now, the same man who'd once loved me so deeply was begging for forgiveness after having betrayed me again and again. There was a time when Shawn was everything to me. I had thought about forgiving him, but every time I looked back, I saw the eighteen-year-old Shawn crying, begging me not to. I forced a smile, but my tears still fell uncontrollably. "Shawn, please don't make this any uglier than it already is." Sh

I was locked in the house for a week, when loneliness was about to consume me, I finally got the courage to leave the house. Since no one loves me, I will find someone who loves me. I just wanted to find someone who would love me and I would use the 5 million for that, after all, the person would only have to love me for 6 months.

I want to lie to him but I’ve done enough of that. “I do, but sometimes loving someone isn’t enough. You won’t understand it now but one day, when you’re older, you will” it’s the only response I can master. I hope to God he never has to go through what I’m going through. I want him to love and be loved. As much as I hate to say this, I hope one day he gets the kind of love Rowan and Emma have. One that has stood the test of time and it’s still burning bright. I pray that one day I’ll also find that kind of love.

"What if they never love me?" "Then you keep showing up anyway. That's what love is, Grant. It's showing up even when it's hard. Even when you're not getting what you want." She squeezed my hand. "Can you do that?" Could I? Could I be the kind of man who loved without conditions, who gave without expecting returns? I didn't know. But I wanted to try. "Yes," I said. "I can do that." "Good." She let go of my hand. "Now get out. I need to get ready. And Grant?"

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.”