I Wanna Feel I Wanna Heal Novels & Stories

Maaga akong nagising at hindi ito ang nakasanayan ko. Natagpuan ko na lamang ang sarili na nag-set ng alarm bago matulog. At pagmulat ko pa lang, siya kaagad ang pumasok sa isip ko. It's my fault, bakit ko pa kasi sinabi iyon? Kahit pa ay sabihin niyang naka-move on na siya ay hindi ako naniniwala. I can still see his pain, the longing he was hiding for a long time. He is not fully healed.

I don’t know why I feel this hurt and angry, but I really feel sad and angry with myself. I hold myself back or control myself. I collapse completely on the floor and slide my hands openly. Tears roll from the sides of my face as my eyes are facing the roof. My heart hurts so badly. It feels as though there has just been a sharp piercing right through my chest, making a large hole in my heart. I inhale and exhale deeply. I shut my hand and rub my hand on my belly. All I want right now is my baby to come to me because I think that’s the only thing that is going to give me a reason to live. The word is too cruel. Thinking about whag Kyle just did makes me remember my predicament with Liam and

I want her to heal and be able to have a relationship with me in every way as mates, husband and wife, together. Since she came here, I have tried to be someone she can lean on, but now that we know we are destined to be together, I feel like she trusts me more. I want to give her everything, a good life full of love. I know things will not be perfect, but I want her to feel my love for her. I want to give her family and home. This pack, my pack, can help her heal completely. I can heal her heal and be herself again.

“But I’m an outcast I’m a creep, a wierdo What the hell am I doing here? I shouldn’t be here I don’t belong here...” Joy filled my heart when I heard my voice. I looked at Serra and smiled at her. I could feel the blood burst out of my lips. “It hurts, it hurts like hell But I don’t care I wanna have control I don’t care anymore I want a perfect body I don’t care whatever they say I want a perfect soul I want you to notice I want you to look for me When I’m not around So fuckin’ special, I want to be special.” I wasn’t singing by my throat.

“I used to pity you.” I think of her face, frozen on magazine covers, eyes wide, lips parted. Caught. Cornered. Done. “But now,” I whisper to no one, “I don’t care.” It’s cruel. Maybe. But maybe this is what healing feels like. Not fireworks. Just silence. And peace. . . .

But we are living together is it destiny You're not rude you're not sweet You're not kind you're not beast But! You are broken, not healed You're in pain but no traces of tears why Am I worthy to heal your broken heart and lessen the pain you're facing Can I break the walls of rudeness you built around you all these years to bring the kindness which you buried years ago within yourself "

I want to indulge. I want to briefly forget. **

Jewel (( OH I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY! I WANNA FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY! WITH SOMEBODY WHO LOVESSSSSS MEEEEEE YEAH! )) The great Whitney Houston is on full blast as I cook, clean and dance around the house, my parents kept the twins to give me time to heal and make sure I was totally okay, I was upset at first because I missed them so much but I understood, they want to make sure I don’t hurt my children, but they’re coming home today so I'm cleaning my life away and feeling amazing!

With a fierce determination, I placed my hands over his wounds, searching for a way to heal him, to make everything alright again. I dug deep into my gut, summoning every ounce of strength within me to bring forth healing. The pain was intense, as if I had already depleted most of it before, but I pressed on. The thought of him perishing was unbearable; he couldn’t leave me. He was the only other person I truly loved in this vast world. With all my might, I poured my energy into him, and gradually, I sensed his breath growing more robust.

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,