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“You deserve to be happy. You don’t need to be saddled up with someone like me.” Something flashed in Emerson’s eyes, and Asher realized it too late. “You’re right. I don’t deserve that. I deserve someone that’s there for me, someone that loves me as much as I love him. I deserve someone that will work harder toward his goal to heal himself like I’ve done. I deserve to be seen, and I deserve to feel like I matter.” “I agree with that. You deserve more.”

Do I deserve the happiness Ryu gives me? Do I deserve to live?

His chest burned but he did not stop, the muscles on his legs ached but he did not slow down, sweat ran down in fast beads from his face and arms down his body but he did not take a breather. He did not deserve happiness. Her words rang in his head, crystal clear and fresh like she just said them to him. So just because she smiled a lot and she was friendly, she thought she deserved happiness; because she had a loving boyfriend and she had things going well for her, she thought she deserved happiness! He would guess correctly that she almost always had things going well for her, that she had almost never encountered a bad period in her life and she had the guts to come to the conclusion that

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Everett praised and I blushed. "But, can I smile happily like this?" I asked with anxiety starting to fill my feelings. “Forget your worries. You must be happy and deserve to be happy. They are the people who burden you with great responsibility. Don't worry about them anymore. Just sacrifice your life. Now be happy for your life." Everett's words made me more confident. I feel that I deserve to be happy and stop worrying about them. “Okay, I'll start to be happy from now on.”

There's no point sitting around and waiting for fate to do the work because believe me, I did that and I was nowhere near happy. So, the age-old question, Are you happy? It's not really a good question if you think about it... It should be more like, 'Could you be happy?' or 'Are you trying to be happy? or even 'Will you be happy?'. No one is happy all the time because happiness is the result of learning and learning is the result of pain. It's the people that don't know what to do with that pain that can't be happy. I didn't know what to do with it! Sometimes, I still don't. Other times, I just take it and I cherish it, I cherish the way it made me feel and I declare that I never want anyon

The kind that wakes you up with breakfast in bed, the kind that chooses you always, the kind that treats you like a Queen, the kind that makes you feel like you're the only woman on earth. "you deserve that and so much more. I have had my share of the terrible kind. The one that keeps you wondering, if Love is just a myth of if it exist truly. My love, I want you to have the good one and I hope you know that you deserve it." "you deserve the good Love too," Emma said. Her sister's words were already causing tears to forms underneath her eyes. They were threatening to spill. "you deserve the happy one and not the sad one. No one deserves all what you went through," Emma said. Standing from

At my breaking point, I once broke down in tears and asked, "Layne, will you only truly belong to me if we get married? Then let's get married…" His eyes had turned red. He held me, thinking it over, but he couldn't give me the answer I wanted. "Aren't we already happy like this?" Now, hearing those same words again, I didn't even have the strength to argue. I looked at him. "Layne, let's end—" A sudden wave of nausea hit me. My stomach twisted violently, and my whole body shook. Layne rushed forward to steady me. "What's wrong? Your stomach acting up again?"

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“I see someone who's never backed down from protecting what matters to him. Someone who's built something incredible and shared it instead of hoarding it. Someone who could have any life he wanted but chose to build one with me.” His thumb traced my cheekbone with surprising gentleness. “You deserve happiness,” I continued. “You deserve love that doesn't come with conditions or strategies or exit plans. You deserve someone who chooses you not because of what you can give them, but because of who you are when all the armor comes off.” “And who am I when the armor comes off?”