You'll Regret Losing Me Quotes Novels & Stories

"I regret not loving you properly. I regret causing you to feel isolated. I regret understanding it all when I was on the verge of losing you." The words caused my eyes to sting. Almost lose you. Almost lose you. Those two words repeated in my mind more intensely than his sobbing itself. Similar to a noise bouncing in a space I believed had become numb. My chest shook, my breathing stuck in my throat. I wasn’t prepared to listen to that, not at this moment, not in this way.

But as I look at her, calm, composed, and at peace, I realize she has truly let me go. I lower my head, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. My voice is hoarse when I finally speak. “If he makes you happy, then, that is all that matters. Even if that man is not me.” I find myself saying. The words burn as they leave my mouth, but I know they are true. I ruined us. And now, I have to live with the regret of losing the woman I loved most in this world.

】 【THE INTERNET SUBMITS THE MOB! I stood up straight, my posture rigid. "I am sorry that my rigid posture caused me to lose sight of the traditional heritage we are supposed to honor," I announced, my voice carrying a flawless layer of profound remorse. "And I am deeply sorry that my mismanagement allowed such toxic publicity to stain our family name." "For those failures," I said, locking eyes with the front row, "you have my apologies." A scattered applause broke out, shaky at first, before spreading across the floor. Marco jumped to his feet, cheering. "That's our Boss! She respects the rank-and-file!" A dozen other warehouse workers joined the shouting. "Respect, Boss!"

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.

And that’s how we lose them. -- I love that quote!!!

But by the time I am looking up at him, he is gone. And I am alone. Like I have always wanted. “I am sorry,” I whisper to myself, as I fall to my knees, crying. “I have to do this. I have to do this for us.” It's no use lying there on the floor, crying and sobbing because no one is going to come and get me or hold me. I have managed to lose the most important people in my life, my fucking soul in a single day. I am going to regret this when it all doesn’t work out. I am going to regret doing this this way, I just hope they will see the reasoning if they ever forgive me.

All this has to do with all what she said that day. He mumbled something incoherently. "Please say something audible!" Cookie shouted. "Yes! Yes!" He shouted too, Cookie was shaken, "I have being thinking about it" he ran his hand through his small hair. Just then she noticed how messed up he looked. He was also going through alot. "Then I realised that I have to end things with her for now. Just maybe she would come back to her senses. There's a quote that says 'you do not know what you have until you lose it'. I want her to miss me when I'm gone, can't you see?" He added and she nodded looking at her feet, tears rolling down her eyes for reasons she couldn't fathom.

Still, I can’t stop the tears from falling. Regret and pain washed over me. I lost her. I lost the only woman I ever loved and the only woman I would ever love in this lifetime.

I sat next to her, trying to find the right words to say even though Clara was the only thing on my mind. And where was Velma right now? My poor child. "We lost our baby!" She yelled as she burst out crying. "Because of her, Mike , I've lost the only thing I cherished the most in this world. Clara would stop at nothing to make sure I'm scattered in the wind, buried in the nothingness. If that's not it, then why would she do this!? It's so heartbreaking!"

I did remember calling him while I was drunk. Ugh, what the hell was wrong with me? Of all the people I could’ve drunk-dialed, why him? Out of everyone I could’ve messed with, I chose him. How brilliant. Regret filled me from head to toe. I would’ve paid good money to rewind time right then. "Do you remember what you said? Let me refresh your memory—you kept going on about how I don’t like you, don’t love you, and how I was lying to you."