Novel & Cerita Dreaming Of Falling In Love

The dream had left a lasting impression on me, and I couldn't help but wonder if Ethan, too, had dreams of us. I slipped under the covers, my mind filled with thoughts of Ethan and the love we shared. And as I closed my eyes, I whispered a silent prayer, a wish that in his dreams, Ethan would find the same sense of comfort and love that he had given me in mine. In the realm of dreams, where reality blurred and fantasies took flight, I hoped that Ethan would find himself in a world where our love was a beacon of light, guiding him through the darkest of nights.

It was a fail mission *** Graham admired the beautiful view from his office on the third floor. His eyes caught a glimpse of someone, a familiar figure. Surprised, Graham fixed his gaze on the figure. The coffee mug he held slipped from his hands, shattering completely and loudly on the floor. Still, his gaze never left the figure. Was he dreaming? No? This couldn't be true. How?

She places her right hand on my cheek, like a puppy I lean into it, shutting my eyes in satisfaction. "Because, I love you" she whispers, I feel a soft kiss on the tip of my nose, a current runs through my body. I feel like I'm floating in the sky. I open my eyes with a wide grin plastered on my face. "I love you too my Goddess" I whisper huskily before pulling her luscious lips into a heartfelt kiss. Just then I found myself awake on my bed, panting like a dog in heat. That night I couldn't sleep, for the first time I was scared to sleep. I shook of her thoughts thinking that maybe it was my lack of female company these days that has elicited such dreams.

I closed my eyes but they burned behind the lids. I rolled over, hoping to find comfort but instead, I found him. He was asleep, peaceful and still. The soft fall and rise of his chest was oddly soothing. A lock of his hair had fallen over his forehead and I found myself staring. His lips were slightly parted, pink and inviting. His skin looked flawless, touched by the moonlight, like something out of a dream. I swallowed hard. God how long have I wanted this? Since high school, I’d crushed in him from a distance. And now here he was beside me, yet he still felt so far out of reach.

Empty. After finding love so true that you're brought to your knees, I'm not sure there is anything worse than losing it. Breathing gets harder. It feels like a hundred knives have been shoved into my chest. Tears spring to life in the corner of my eyes. "What the fuck was that dream, and why do I wish it was real?"

I asked. " Sparks like electric shock, hmm. According to some folklore and Greek mythology, I think that shit means love. Like a mate." I looked at her for a while and laughed softly. " Jesus Bethany, love?" I asked and laughed again. " What's funny?" " God you're freaking me out. Love..." I emphasized. " So what's wrong in falling in love with a strange white dude?" " So what makes you think he's white? You never saw him." I asked and smiled.

I blinked twice, searching for the right word to say, as soon as I opened my mouth to say something, he placed his index finger on my lips, "shush, hear me out please, I love you so much, I have always loved you, since the first day of junior high when you bumped into me, spilling ice-cream all over my shirt, I love the way your light brown eyes glow in the sun, I love how you blink 50 zillion times a second, I love how your hair dance on your shoulder, the way you smile, the way you care about others. I don't know why it took me moving out of the country to get the courage to talk to you, still I want you to know that, I love you so much Ava, I can't say the words enough, you don't have to

My gaze falls to the piece of paper, and through my hazy vision, I re-read the lines over and over again: ‘Ely, I’ve been staring at this sheet of paper for the past two hours, unsure of how to tell you what I need to say. Ely, my dearest Ely, I love you. I will always love you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. You see, I once dreamt about you. Before we met, I had a dream about meeting you. You were standing near the waterfall of our favorite park, wearing that bitsy blue dress of yours that I love so much, and you looked at me and smiled.

It felt like a never-ending fall until I was caught by the same man as before. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but I knew I loved him. Or the person I was in this dream. I couldn’t see my surroundings, as if they weren’t there. Only me and this man. He pulled me close, his lips on my ear when he whispered “I love you, Aphrodite.”

I'd been in love with Jaris every single day for the past five years. I watched his lives grow inside me. I spent everyday wishing and hoping he'd find me. He never did. "Yes," I whimpered. "I still do. But he doesn't love me anymore. He keeps hurting me." Nivia nodded, scribbling down in her book. "And now," I sniffled. "I keep having these dreams of him. They wouldn't stop. I don't even know what to do anymore." "What kind of dreams?" I nervously Fiddled with my fingers. "S—Sex dreams."