Another Word Of Feeling Mga Nobela at Kwento

I ask, my voice holding no emotions which is contradicting the way I am currently feeling. You know the kind of feeling you get when you know you have been betrayed? The feeling when your stomach is in pains and you feel tremors in your legs. When your heart palpitates and your throat begins to close up. When the entire world seems to have slowed down and you just want to curl up in a corner and cry. That is how l feel. Just about a thousand times much worse than that. But I have a lot more to listen to. There is more to hear. And there is also more to grieve over.

These feelings, they’re new to me and I’m not done understanding em, it’s all like a rush of so many emotions. “Oookay, lover girl, I understand, you can’t explain it, right? The feelings what you feel, and how it feels. That’s why it’s called love it’s too broad to explain, you can’t just find the right word or sentence to blend it with cause it’s bigger than just a sentence or a mere word. I understand baby” Lex said smiling at me. “Yeah, that’s precisely how I feel.” “Come here” she said, opening her arms to me. Finally, someone ain’t dying with her cherry, we're finally going to hell together” she mocked while running her fingers on my hair.

I felt like I was suffocating, as if I was being slowly killed from within. Damn. I still can't believe that words are just fragile things but they can break the strongest of hearts. And once again, heavy rain poured over me. It's as if even the weather sympathizes with what I'm feeling right now.

The sensation of his touch after days of absence felt like a familiar melody playing in the background of my life. His embrace spoke volumes, conveying a longing that matched mine. In that moment, words seemed insufficient, and actions became the language of our unspoken connection. I hugged him back, feeling the strength in his arms and the sincerity in his embrace. It was a hug that held the weight of missed moments and unspoken conversations.

I took a deep breath, my mind racing to find the words to convey what I felt. “I…” I started, my voice trailing off as I struggled to put my emotions into coherent sentences. How could I explain the profound impact she had on me, the way she made my heart race and my spirit soar? My feelings for her were undeniable, but quantifying their depth was what I had yet to fully comprehend.

“You got papers too?" "A feeling? And yes, I got it last week, together with some supplies we needed for the house." Ruksaar arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What kind of feeling?" I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to put the sensation into words. "I'm not sure, exactly," I confessed, a frown tugging at the corners of my lips. "It's just... there's something in the air, you know? Like the calm before a storm."

It made it seem like it was just yesterday it had happened even though it has been a week already. The feeling I still had from it was something I don’t have the right words for. It felt like I went through a phase and was about to start a new one, if that was the best way I could describe the feeling. But what I do know is that I want to go through that feeling again.

I can feel it in four words. How bad is it?

“Are you jealous?” Those words sent flames all over my body. I turned to him, my voice trembling. “Don’t reduce what I’m feeling right now to just jealousy. It’s more than that. It’s anger and hurt.”

I looked at the roses. I thought about the word I had for what I was feeling, and I did not have it. I had the specific and approximate shape of a feeling that I could describe in pieces, in the partial and insufficient way of describing a thing that was too large for any single accurate word, a thing that was grief and something adjacent to grief and something that was not grief at all but was its own category, the specific and particular sensation of a woman standing in front of the roses from her dead mother's garden on a terrace in November. The sensation of being known.