You're Not Enough And That's Okay の小説・ストーリー

No rings. Just the three of us. And it's enough. It's more than enough.

was enough? ***

You are the most important person to me, and I am nothing So please, Clayton… ...…........ I am trying. I am fucking trying! I know that we are okay, and I have realized that it is okay to be okay. For such a long time now, I have thought that it is wrong to feel okay, that it should not be okay when you are going through something like this, but then I realized that all we need to be is okay. But Clayton… Fuck you for thinking you are not worthy of greatness. Why on earth do you think that you deserve anything less? What the hell is the matter with you?

"If I had interfered back then, would things have turned out differently? "I've been following your every move ever since until the day we ran into each other.” Charles looked regretful, and I reached out and hugged him. "Don't blame yourself. Some hardships are ones that I have no choice but to bear alone., and it's not your fault." I almost missed out on such a great guy. Luckily, it wasn't too late for everything.

It feels like you're not enough. Tears stream down my face as the emotions overwhelm me. I sob loudly, the sound echoing through the empty halls. "Why couldn't I be enough?" I cry out. "Why couldn't I give him what he wants?" The questions swirl in my mind, tormenting me. Rohan's words, "You're enough, Diana," ring hollow now. He doesn't mean it. He's just trying to soothe my battered ego. But deep down, I know the truth. I'm not enough. Valerie's triplets proved that.

“Scared that I’m not good enough for this. That I won’t be good enough for you or for the baby.” He didn’t hesitate. “You are good enough. You always have been.” His voice was low and steady, and he pulled me into his arms, enveloping me in his warmth. “You don’t have to be perfect, Shania. You just need to be you. And that’s more than enough.” I closed my eyes and let myself sink into him, letting the moment carry me. Maybe, just maybe, I could believe him. Maybe I could trust that I was enough. That we were enough.

Not for who others wanted me to be. To Don, I was enough. I was worthy.

“To know she is entirely genuine with you and entirely genuine with someone else simultaneously. That you are not enough. That you have never been enough.” “That’s not—” “Don’t.” His hand came up, stopping me, a wall not a touch. “Don’t tell me what it is. I was there.” “You are enough,” I said. My voice broke on it. “Nate, you are more than—” “If I were enough, you wouldn’t have needed him.” I opened my mouth and nothing came out.

For now is enough. ---

That was enough. More than enough.