Mine To Be With

Mine To Be With

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 151
  • WpVote
    Votos 31
  • WpPart
    Partes 21
WpMetadataReadContenido adultoContinúa
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, ene 4, 2021
How can someone leave without saying anything to anyone and then come back as if he didn't do anything wrong? How can someone like him leave me all alone suffering? How can he manage to smile at me like the way he did before? And how dare he be back after a very long 13 years acting so jealous? He left me, he left me without any hint that he'll be leaving. Because of him I swear not to ever love someone again. The fear of being left alone scares me more than seeing a spider crawling in my skin. GEEZ After enduring a tiring 13 years all on my own, he's back. He is freaking back acting so jealous. If I didn't know him I'll probably think that he is obsessed with me but too bad I know him. And the saddest part is that I know that we'll forever be connected because of his stupid doing, which is getting me pregnant.
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • YuanFen
  • Kiss Me, Hate Me, Love Me
  • Crossing The Line
  • Lost in the heavenly skies(Forgiving Her Series#2)
  • Forbidden [ Completed ]
  • CROOK THE STRAIGHT 1 (Completed-Unedited) (Lesbian Stories)
  • Until We Meet Again
  • Mysterious Marriage
  • Doctor Who? [BOOK 1] COMPLETED
  • After I Fell (COMPLETE)
YuanFen

What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido