You'll Regret Losing Me Quotes Novels & Stories

she said as she stood up. "Listen, child. I know how it feels deeply regret what you should have done a long time ago." She said, her voice laced with bitterness. "My story is similar to yours, you know? My stupid pride prevented me from admitting the fact that I couldn't live without him and then I ended up losing him." Her voice was breaking, "In the worst possible way. By the time I made up my mind to tell him how I felt, it was too late. I live every day in regret, wishing I could turn back time."

He shook his head at me. "To lose a part of yourself is never worth it, Mel. Mate or not, I may be too young to understand fully, but I don't ever want to find my mate if it costs me anything." I shook my head. "You will regret saying that once you find them." I laughed.

"I see it now. I see what she was. How long until you forgive me?" His eyes were glassy, desperate, but I was so, so tired. "You can never make up for what you put me through." His breath hitched. His hand pressed against the doorframe like he was holding himself up. "Please." His voice cracked. "I can’t lose you, too." I stared at him, unmoved. "There’s a thing called regret, Vincent. And I hope you feel it every damn day." His expression twisted. "Regret that you never saw who truly stood by you. Regret that you let your own mother die without granting her final wish. Regret every choice you made. Because I promise you this—" I exhaled sharply. "I will never look back."

“You’ll regret this tomorrow.” “I don’t regret things,” I whisper. And then everything fades.

I warned, and he shook his head with a sigh. "When are you going to consider her?"he asked, and I scoffed. "I don't know,"I replied coldly. "It's better you do it now before it's too late,"I arch my eyebrows. "What do you…" "You don't know the worth of what you buy until you lose it," "It's such a pity that you believed the photo. I hope you don't regret at the end," Regret? "What are you saying? What do you mean?"I asked but he smiled instead.

“Men can be so disappointing. I'm sorry for what happened to you. Maybe your husband-to-be wasn't the man destined for you. Don't let this break you. Your life and happiness are worth far more than this disappointment.” Someone must have told her what had happened. Then I read her next message. “Sometimes, the love of the man you cherish burns like a flame. But the closer you look, the more you realize that flame was built on nothing. You are too special to let this destroy you.” Her words encouraged me to focus on my own happiness. Without thinking twice, I dialed her number. “Rebecca, how are you doing right now?” My voice betrayed me. Anyone could tell I had been crying.

He was losing her. She turned and walked away. Defeat filtered inside him. Sadness drenched his soul. Today was the second time he’d lost her. He hadn’t given her a chance the first time around, and now she wasn’t willing to give him one. He followed her outside the stables and into the sunlight. He stood by the side for a long time, even after Jade got into Anthony’s car and drove away. His heart splintered. He’d lost the most precious thing that had ever happened to him. If only he’d valued her more when she’d been with him. If only he’d never let her go in the first place. If only… His eyes burned. He was paying the price of his decisions, of choosing his insecurities over her, and it was

She picked up a pen and wrote beneath it: Whoever refuses to let go of it. Before bed, she stood by the window again. Somewhere out there were people just like she once was dismissed, discarded, told their value had expired. She wished she could tell them one thing. Not that it would get better. Not that love would return. But this: If they regret losing you, make sure it’s because the world is better with you in it without their permission. Serena turned off the light. The story was finished but theimpact wasn’t.

Never again or I’ll lose more and more. I already lost more than I could ever lose. I don’t want to have any more regrets. If I have to be ruthless, I would. I’ll keep on moving forward. Slowly but surely, leaving a part of me and my past behind.

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.