You Deserve Eachother Romane & Geschichten

“You deserve to be happy. You don’t need to be saddled up with someone like me.” Something flashed in Emerson’s eyes, and Asher realized it too late. “You’re right. I don’t deserve that. I deserve someone that’s there for me, someone that loves me as much as I love him. I deserve someone that will work harder toward his goal to heal himself like I’ve done. I deserve to be seen, and I deserve to feel like I matter.” “I agree with that. You deserve more.”

She deserves punishment for this as well. " I am so in love with you that I am scared. Vasquez! Do I deserve someone kind and generous person like you? You deserve all the love of the world. You are perfect, you are great, you are handsome. Someone like me, do I really deserve someone like your love? I don't deserve your love. I don't think that." she sniffles again, her chest getting pressured by her inner scream. She wants to cry out loud.

"I don't deserve you." I shake my head at his words as I tug him towards one his couch - very comfy couch, might I add. I straddle him and I give him a hard look as I begin to speak, "We both don't deserve this. But I think after all the bullshit we've both been through," I soften my glare on his, "We deserve this and even things better than this." I kiss him softly to get my point across. "And this is just the beginning, baby." I declare, "I'm not leaving you. We're in this till the end, I'm with you If you're with me."

he put his forhead on my forhead not before giving me a kiss. "do you think i can live without you, only god knows how difficult it was to say those things ...how could i live without my jan you are my life my everything i love you so much you have no idea " "if it was hard why you even said those things ." i looked up in his eyes. HE again cleaned the tears from my cheeks. "i thought i didn,t desreve you "i put my finger on his lips . "don,t ever say that , you deserve me more than anything "

“Even when you’re stubborn. Even when you don’t trust me. Even when you make me want to scream.” She smirked, tugging at my collar. “Guess you’re stuck with me then.” “Gladly.” We kissed again, slow and unhurried, the kind of kiss that promised more but didn’t rush. We had time. A lifetime, if I had anything to say about it. Eventually, she leaned her forehead against mine, catching her breath. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered. I shook my head, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “No. I don’t deserve you. But somehow, we found our way back. That’s all that matters now.”

"None that ever mattered. I'm ashamed to say it, but I don't even think about it when I'm with somebody else. No matter how good or how fun it is. It's just sex. This time, I thought about you all the time, and what I was doing to you. And I did it anyway. Now do you understand why I don't deserve you?" "Don't. I thought we were past that. Don't ever say that to me again." She pulled my hips against her, stilling me. "Please, don't. You must know that I don't feel like I deserve you, after all I've been through. You're a Godsend, more than I'd ever dreamed for. Every time you say it, it makes me feel more and more like I'm the one that's not worthy. So please stop. For me."

Full of unspoken truths, of how far we'd both come, of what we'd both gone through, and how much had tried to break us before this. And somehow, we were still here. “You know,” I said, after a beat, turning towards him, “It's like I just wait for bad things to happen. Like maybe… maybe I'm too happy. Maybe I don't deserve it. He caught my face in his hands so gently, as if I'd escape from him if he didn't hold on. “Love is not something you earn, baby. It's not a prize you win for surviving hell. It's something you get because you're human, because you feel. And you deserve it more than anyone I've ever known.”

Okay? I nod, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. "I don't deserve you," I murmur, my voice barely a whisper. "I've put you through so much. But I need you now. I can't do this without you. She steps closer, and the world slows down again. Her hand reaches up to touch my face, and I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of her touch. It's like she's grounding me, reminding me of what really matters.

“We know what’s true.” For a moment,⁠ neither of‍ us move⁠d. Then he pulled me int⁠o his arms, holding m‌e like he was afraid the⁠ world might try to tak‌e me away. ‌ “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured against my h‍air. “Then we’re even,” I whispered back, smiling t‌hr‍ough the ache.‌ -⁠--