Express Yourself Novels & Stories

I needed to talk this out…NOW Me: I meant that I don’t know why you even miss me..but whatever Me: How was your day? So…I tried to explain to her what I really meant but while I wrote my message I realized that I am just very bad with words and it seems like I always fail to express myself when it comes to explaining how I feel and what I think. People always understand it wrong and in the end it’s always worse than before. Precious: good I think..It was relaxed coz I feel okay..

I nеvеr thоught thеrе wаѕ аn еxсерtіоn. “Thеrе wаѕ thаt аѕ wеll, Iz, guуѕ have a dіffеrеnt way of еxрrеѕѕіng thеmѕеlvеѕ. Truѕt me whеn I say wе dоn’t аlwауѕ gеt it right, ѕоmеtіmеѕ thе thіng wе еnvіѕіоn іn our hеаd dоеѕn’t асtuаllу mаtсh the оutсоmе.”

I nodded as he said. "Will loving you with all of my heart be enough to express myself forever?" I adore you! I love you, I love you, and sometimes it feels like I love you isn't enough to express what my heart feels. Please don't turn your back on me because you're mine and I'm going to brutally kill anyone who stands in our way." I stated.

"You're usually like an open book to me, but tonight. The moment you sat down across from me I felt the change in you. What is it?" "I," is all I'm able to say. I try swallowing, I breathe through my nose. Is like there's rock trapped between my vocal cords. It is frustrating trying to express something that's been killing you, hunting you, and now, now instead of words tears were the only thing coming out of me. "I'm sorry."

Kevin slowly turned around and looked straight at her as he spoke. "Scarlett, painting is your hobby and your dream. Produced artwork is the blood and sweat of a painter. Every single painting is like a baby, and it should be treated with care! You said painters can express themselves through their work! How did you treat your artwork previously? How about now? Ask yourself honestly, are you living up to your own words? Are you using your painting to express your true feelings? If the answer is no, then you have let me down!"

I said, "Do you have any problem with that?" She looked at me and she was studying my expressions, I knew. Good thing that I only carry one expression when I am in this space, a cold-blank expression," "No Sir, No problem at all," She responded, "Good. Now listen!" #Hieveryone#

All these emotions that just overwhelm me, like an iceberg beneath the surface that I can feel but can never seem to reach or comprehend. “I-i just missed you.” My voice wobbled as the magnitude of my sentiment became clear. In that moment I knew that this was no exaggeration, or half-truth meant to appease another. It was a genuine expression of longing and care, one I had suppressed until that moment but now could no longer ignore.

“Did I hear you right? You said you love me?” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I realized what I had unintentionally said. Clearing my throat, I stammered, “Well, what I meant by ‘expressing my love’ is that I want to show you how much you mean to me through my own actions and efforts. It’s not just about cooking, but about finding ways to make you feel loved and appreciated.” Brayden’s smile widened as he took a step closer to me. “That’s all I needed to hear,” he whispered, leaning closer, which made my breathing quicken. “And I look forward to experiencing your love.”

“You know I love writing and I express whatever it is I have to say better in writing, it will interest you to know that because I was so nervous to talk to you today, I actually wrote another letter do you want to hear?” “Yeah sure but not now, when we get to wherever it is your driving me to” “Oh okay sure, so heads up I'm going to tell you how I feel about you. It's all written in the note and if you like it I will still plead my case.” You are so funny from your notes ,but you seem to be a very shy guy” “I'm not actually I'm very outspoken very jovial but I think that shine is comes just with you you bring it out.”

I told him without beating around the bush. “...” He sighed, “Why that?” “Because it’s human.” I replied, “Because you’ll feel free.” I was soft with my words, “And I want you to be truly free.” I gulped, “To be truly happy.” Just what his mother truly wanted for him. “And expressing my emotions will help?” “Oh!” I giggled, “You have no idea how good it feels to express yourself.” “...” His gaze wandered off. “Come on Vincent,” I gently shook his hands, “Do it, for me. Please?”