I Want To Know Her Novels & Stories

Her. I wanted to know where I had met her. What had happened between us, and more importantly, I wanted to know the reason behind the dreadful feeling in my bones.

[She's having a date with some guy I don't know! "...?!"

Something she doesn’t want to talk about. And I’m determined to find out what it is.

It feels like she knows me, or wants to know me. And I want to know her.

Something almost… curious. I don’t know her name. Yet. I don’t know her story. But for the first time in a long time, I want to.

I wanted to explore her more, I wanted to know her better. She is still a mystery to me. And as much as I do my best in knowing who she really is, I know I wouldn’t be able to fully know her if she would dodge all oy questions. I needed answers, I need her answers to be exact. I just hope she’ll realize that I’m someone she can trust and share her secrets with. I’m her girlfriend, her partner, and her bestfriend. I want to know her as much ass she knows me. Because I love her. A lot.

But I'm not sure if it's of me or something else. She's looking at me as if she knows me. But I know I don't know her. I don't know anything about her. I don't know why she's here or what she's doing. And then, one thing becomes clear to me-- I don't care. I don't care about her name or her past. None of that matters now. I don't care about anything other than her. I want us to be together. To be happy forever. This is what I want, and I don't understand why.

I asked her. She grimaced. "My name? Do you want to know my name?" I gave her a quick nod. "Yes. I want to know your name and that's what I want to hear from you," I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "Excuse me. Why do you want to know my name, huh?" She protested. "I just want to know your name. Maybe next time you approach and ask me again, I could still remember you easily. Do you know me, right?" I said. "I think you know me. Am I right?''

with HER.