Another Word Of Feeling Novels & Stories

Now, looking at her, every breath feels like a confession. I already know what she feels. I’ve seen it in the way her pulse jumps when I touch her, in how her voice slightly raises when she is exicted about something or her voice turns soft when she is sharing her feelings. Still, there’s this stupid rush in my chest, waiting for her to say something. Because sometimes words matter. They make things real. Feelings are wild, unstable things until you give them a voice. Once they’re spoken, they can’t hide anymore. They stop being maybes.

Instead, I'm overcome with an unpleasant, chilly feeling. Fear.

In shorter words is also a deep, tender feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship or a sense of oneness. We all get at least three epic loves, or at least study shows that we do, the first love; childhood love. The all-consuming puppy love, The guy that was the first everything, the first crush, the first few butterflies, the first few blushes, the first few quickly things we do when we're too nervous to interact with someone because you're feeling something bigger than yourself the love that we think lasts forever — but eventually we grow apart we move on.

“This is so unfair. You can’t leave me like this.” Elreese leaned forward to take a peek at her. “Why you cry-cry, Sopie? Is Sopie in pain?” ‘Pain’. The word repeated itself in Zia’s head. Pain would be an understatement to what she was currently feeling. Pain would be like when you fall down and scrape your knees. Pain would be when your friends wouldn’t let you copy their homework. Pain would be when you took a dump only to realize there wasn’t any toilet paper or water. Pain would be when you look at your deserted wallet beside a table full of unpaid bills. Pain would be when you wake up in the middle of the night only to realize there was nothing to eat in the fridge. But the emotion she

Content… I’m like every sort of content that exists! I thought about the vast array of emotions I was feeling. “So many things come to mind Conor… Most of them are new to me or experienced so rarely they feel new. I feel… At ease and... Elated? I feel warm and fuzzy, and I haven’t had that feeling before… But-” I stopped as I thought of the other feeling that had been bugging me for a while. “I feel scared too.” I murmured softly trying not to cry at the now overwhelming sad thoughts. I looked him in the eyes. Is this even real?

A warmth that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I focused on it, cautiously at first. The connection sharpened. A presence stirred, not fully formed, but aware enough to respond. The sensation stole my breath, tears pricking unexpectedly at the corners of my eyes. It’s all right, I thought, unsure whether the thought could reach beyond myself. The warmth steadied, pressing back gently, as though in answer. Kael watched my expression change, concern flickering across his face. “What is it?” “I can feel them,” I whispered. “Not words. Just… feeling.”

I felt a single tear fall from my eye, I didn't know what or how to feel. It was like I was powerless and I couldn't think for myself, my feelings were no longer controlled by me but by his words and what they meant on the surface but not what laid between them; the things that an outsider would see, the things that my heart wouldn't.

Her eyes give another meaning to ponder. In the gentle ebb and flow of their daily interactions, they found themselves unknowingly entangled in a web of emotions that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. Feelings, once mere ripples, had evolved into a profound undercurrent, pulling them closer in a way that neither had anticipated. Yet, amidst the beauty of this intricate connection, an unspoken fear loomed, casting a shadow over their hearts. They were afraid to acknowledge the depth of their emotions, uncertain of the consequences and complexities that might arise from embracing what they felt.

I don't believe I could ever compare this experience to anything I had ever felt. I couldn't believe something could be greater than anything I had every felt in my entire life as I watched him walk or maybe run to me in a slow pace as my heart had slowed down every motion in the room, and when he got so close to embrace me I figured out a word for everything I had been feeling, everything bit of emotion that had rattled through my mind. This was not love, this was not passion, this exceeded both, it exceeded everything. It had a name.

Why call her anything else when she has a name so beautiful? Every day I find myself more in love in with her. Every day that passes by draws me closer to her. Over the last so many days that we have been talking, I have been meaning to ask her what I mean to her, if I do mean anything at all. I want to ask her whether she sees me as a potential boyfriend, but I will not, because I don’t believe in the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. These terms are too frivolous and are just used to introduce people. I believe more in the word ‘soulmate’. It makes so much sense. When you’re in love, it’s meant for life, isn’t it? If not, then what defines love? A cup of coffee shared together? A drink?