Fadinglove Stories

"We could have at least talk about it." he was annoyed on her behaviour. "i am sorry, I could not ask you but I was afraid." she replied not looking into his eyes. "you were afraid... god damn it Anu." and the glass was broken with a swift movement. "Shishir... I am sorry..." and fear was evident in her eyes. "this is fear Anu," pressuring her arms he forced her to look into his eyes. "i am sorry..." she whispered trying again. "leave it... we share the closest possible relationship of being husband and wife but I think it wasn't worth it." he said leaving her with a jerk. "i was afraid you would want to keep it and I wasn't ready..." she whispered to his back going away from her. _____________*____________ i feel its enough, i can't take anymore, all i needed a breath, all i needed someone who would share my life, i never wanted a life with duties holding only , i know I'm suffering and i should stop it before its too late . ____________*______________ You make choices or choices make you... lets find out in with Shishir and Anusha or maybe just Anusha.

Kageyama Tobio x Hinata Shoyo A soulmate AU wherein you feel chest contractions when your soulmate lies to you

"Love?...you love me?" -Y/N "I've always loved you!" -??? Hey this "FF" it more of an excuse to get thing of my mind and this is the first story i've soo...I hope to enjoy!🐰✨🍡💫

I didn't stick around because you were perfect......I didn't stick around because you were cool or popular..... ..I didn't stick around because you cleaned up nice NO!!! I stuck around because there was nowhere else I would rather be.... I stuck around because with you I could truly be me. I stuck around because of that genuine spark in your eyes........ Those eyes that matched the sea. I stuck around because you fully embraced me, because you had offered me a safe place to heal, a space to dream .........that in a long time I hadn't felt that free. So that's why I stuck around because I truly wanted to be me.......but then you showed me the real you.............I started to let go.... I didn't start letting go because I was bored I didn't start letting go because I was suddenly tired. I didn't start letting go because I was ungrateful for what we had. NO!!! I started letting go when words like "I love you"became so hard for you I started letting go because you were right there but I couldn't find you. I couldn't hold you, I couldn't feel you. I started letting go when everything about you felt so new. I started letting go when the spark in your eyes got dim,.........when the dates got grim...................When the anger in me reached its brim. I started letting go when talking to you felt like walking on eggshells........when being next to you felt more like HELL. When you started defending all the lies....... I started to let go when I realized I was deceiving myself. When I realized I was the only one in all this.....I watched you slowly unloving me......at least one day you will realized you lost someone who was totally yours THAT'S WHEN I ACTUALLY STARTED TO LET GO.

I hope I had wished!

So this is a short poem-like thing that came to mind while I was jamming to music yall let me know what you think!

A rose is where the lovestory of two students began but then the rose started to fade and so is their love ps:if you try to steal this u will know it😂

A young lady,Shiqs falls in love with a good looking guy, Sam what is called crush at first sight. It blossomed to something beautiful until a third party came in the picture, my cousin Ann. since then the relationship has been on and off, even to a point of him lying alot so as the relationship survives. It all started a while back when everything was bleak,when I looked into his eyes all I could see was compassion,kind and love towards me.All I could do was just smile as he approached me and immediately I fell in love with what seemed to be love at first sight..

He was reckless - smoking, drinking, breaking hearts just to feel something. I was calm. Guarded. Still learning how to breathe after loving the wrong person. We weren't supposed to mean anything to each other. But then he started to change - not because I asked him to. He just did. Everyone saw it. Everyone knew. Except us. His last tattoo was my first. And now, all I have left is the version of him that only I got to see.

"Midnight Love" is a heartbreaking and melancholic story of love, loss, and growth. It follows the journey of a protagonist who falls deeply in love with someone under the spell of midnight's charm. Their love blossoms and thrives in the darkness, fueled by their imagination and the feeling of being connected on a deep level. However, as the sun rises, their relationship is revealed in all its imperfections and flaws, leading to heartbreak and separation. The story explores the complexities of love and how it can both inspire and destroy us. It touches on themes of resilience, self-discovery, and acceptance as the protagonist navigates the pain of heartbreak and comes to terms with the lessons learned from the relationship. The writing is poignant and evocative, capturing the bittersweet emotions of the protagonist with vivid descriptions and emotive language. The story's depth and complexity will resonate with readers who have experienced the highs and lows of love, making it a compelling and relatable read.

A poem about a personal relationship. This is also my first attempt at a villanelle poem.

Highest Rankings; #5 In LASTTIME #23 In CHERISHED The fear of forgetting a loved one as time passes is probably the best and the worst feeling, all at the same time. The senses dulling and their heart no longer recognising the beloved breeds the fear of losing connection with the desperate longing to hold onto memories and the hope that today won't be the day they forget what it feels like to be loved by the one they held dear, once. Today, I Hope Is Not That Day is the prequel to Today, I Hope Is That Day. If you haven't checked it out, feel free to give my profile a visit or you can also find the same using the link below. https://www.wattpad.com/story/396019162-today-i-hope-is-that-day PS: The cover page is drawn by me. xD

Andy Biersack & Reader Have Been Married For 10 Years When He One Day Admits His Love For Her Is Fading She's Beside Herself With Heartbreak

I am Aditya Kumar, and I want to talk about love. This isn't just a love story, but a sad tale of one-sided love. I'll share my experiences to help you understand what it's like. In these pages, you'll learn about affection, the ups and downs of love, and the strong feelings that come with it... I'll show you how love changes-how it grows, survives, and sometimes fades away. Pyaar karna jitna hi aasan hota hai usse bhulna utna hi muskil, My experiences will give you a glimpse into the complexities of affection, the mixed feelings of longing, and the lasting hope that keeps someone loving even when it's not reciprocated... or ek hopeless hope..jisme pata hai...ab sab kuch katam ho gya hai, woh din wapas nhi aane wala jab hm ek dusre seh baatein Kiya karte the , ek dusre seh mazak Kiya krte the , or Milne ke liye taraste the...pata hai mujhe nhi aayenge woh din vapas...tabhi najane kyu....kyu aaisa lagne laga hai....meri kahani ka yeh ending nhi ho sakta...Mai Manta hun ki end meh sab sahi ho jata hai...aapne bhi suna hoga 'happy ending '.. Lekin ye koi movie toh nhi ,ye koi imagination bhi nhi....ye reality hai ....REALITY "we suffer more in imagination than reality" As you read on, let yourself feel the emotions, relate to the happy and sad moments, and think about the meaning of love. This isn't just my story; it reflects the experiences of many who have dared to love despite challenges. So, let's start this journey together-a journey of love, longing, and the enduring spirit of Aditya..

She fell in love with the old him-the one who made her heart race, who filled her days with warmth and laughter. But as time passed, he changed, and so did she. Now, she finds herself trapped between memories and reality, unable to recognize the person he has become-or the person she has lost within herself. She tries to act strong, pretending she isn't waiting for his return, yet every night she stares at her phone, reliving their past through old messages and photos. She wonders if she can ever be happy again, or if she will spend her life waiting for a love that may never return. A heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and longing-where the deepest pain isn't just losing someone, but losing yourself in the process.

Copyright © 2025 Mayelin Luciano Santos. All rights reserved. It all started with a simple 'Hi.' A message like any other. But this time, something was different. Feslin wasn't expecting much when she met Efes on a social media app. She had grown tired of empty conversations and predictable greetings-until him. His words felt different, his humor genuine, and for the first time in a long while, she found herself drawn to someone she had never met in person. As their connection deepens, Feslin's heart begins to blur the lines between friendship and love. But what happens when those feelings aren't returned? What happens when the messages that once made her smile start to fade, replaced by silence? "Fading Messages" is a poignant story of love, loss, and the slow, inevitable drift between two souls who were never meant to be. A tale about the connections that shape us, the heartbreaks that define us, and the memories that linger long after the final message is left unread."

A short series of poems depicting a man going through love.

A short poem about the list that used to be. A fading love that used to be but is no linger there.

This poem, "Cruel Time That Made Us Part," captures the sorrow of love fading due to time's relentless passage. It begins with warmth and passion, depicting love as strong and unbreakable. However, as time moves on, it becomes a force of separation, turning closeness into distance and warmth into coldness. The imagery of fading ink and silent roads reflects how love, once vibrant, slowly slips away. The final stanza conveys lingering love despite the unavoidable loss, leaving the reader with a bittersweet sense of longing and heartbreak.