Long Awaited Feelings Novels & Stories

I sighed. “Yeah, I have butterflies as well, but it’s a good thing, isn’t it?” He smiled, but I could see the tension in his smile. “I’m also nervous. I’ve been told that it’s normal to feel nervous. We don’t just see each other and mark each other. We have to go through the entire waiting game before we can get there and the anticipation can sometimes overwhelm you. Or, at least, that’s how I’ve been feeling.” I really did love this man! The way he would turn soft and vulnerable the moment I walked into the room …

It was a feeling of purpose that had been missing from my life for far too long. I couldn't wait to put my plan into action and start my search for my mate. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to succeed. The thought of finally finding my other half and being complete filled me with an indescribable sense of longing and anticipation. I could almost taste the sweet victory that awaited me.

It was as if every nerve in my body was on high alert, waiting for that pivotal moment, that turning point that held the promise of something extraordinary. Anticipation coursed through my veins like an electric current, sending shivers down my spine. My breaths came faster, each one drawing me closer to the climax of what I had been waiting for. It was a palpable sensation, the rush of adrenaline that heightened my senses, making every moment, every second, feel like an eternity.

It's not a sexual sensation or sexual longing, but a longing for what's to come in the future. It was this moment that he knew he would wait as long as it took, whether it was 16 years from now, 20 years from now, or 100 years from now. However long it would take for her to be ready for him, he would wait. She pulled back, looking up at him with a smile on her face. She reached up and touched his face. "You're not crying this time." She said then smiled again. "No little angel. I suppose I'm not." He said, feeling as if she was a little angel that had somehow dropped down from heaven.

Their reactions to each test result or doctor's appointment were a testament to their maturity and empathy. One evening, as the family gathered around the dinner table, Ariella's eyes met Jonathan's, and they exchanged a knowing glance. Their hearts were filled with anticipation as they shared a silent hope that this might be the moment they had been waiting for. The next morning, Ariella woke up with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She quietly made her way to the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. As she waited for those few minutes that felt like an eternity, she whispered a silent prayer, hoping that this time, her longing would be fulfilled.

I’m a grown who has grown needs and desires. My heart is beating a thousand times faster. I feel like it’s going to explode any moment if I don’t see them anywhere. I had been waiting in the airport for someone to pick me up, searching for any sign of the guys, but nothing. It’s been over thirty minutes and still I can’t see a trace of them.

You are absolutely in love with me! Needless to say, Wendy could easily deduce he must have waited for a long time. The flight delay information was constantly changing, and he had no way of knowing the exact time. He could only wait in the cool night breeze of early autumn, starting from the earliest possible moment, suffering through each agonizing minute. She didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked to pass the time (though she didn't smell any smoke—perhaps he had quit?), didn't know if he had checked his watch countless times, worried that something might have happened to the flight. Thinking of this, the joy in Wendy's heart rapidly fermented into a swollen, tender, and warm curre

I could feel her, even from here, the subtle tug of her longing. Every fiber of me ached to be near her again. I checked the time. Soon. Soon she’d be on lunch. Each second apart felt stretched, unbearable. I’ve missed her so much. I clenched my fist, pulse racing. Every part of me needed her. Needed to hold her, hear her, remind her she belongs to me in ways she can’t yet understand. I forced myself to stay. To watch. To wait. But waiting is torture. Every heartbeat is a countdown, every breath a reminder that soon, very soon, I’ll see her again.

But I had been building toward the other thing too, the thing that had no name yet and no plan and no contract clause governing it, for fifteen months without knowing I was building toward it until it was already built. And now both of them are here. The exposure done. The other thing waiting. Fifty seven days remaining. I set my phone down. And thought about what I was going to do with fifty seven days.

I suppressed the ache in my chest and texted Matthew. [Today is Tyler’s birthday. Are you free tonight?] Across the hall, I saw him check his phone. Less than three seconds later, he put it down without a change in expression. As I looked at the unanswered message, I laughed bitterly at myself. I thought, ‘Whitney, get a grip. ‘You should’ve known he would never love you. What were you even expecting?’ I put my phone back in my pocket, took a deep breath, and walked away.