Long Awaited Feelings Novels & Stories

He said in an enchanting voice. I lifted my eyes and gazed back into his eyes. At the same time, my heart felt heavy, because it was loaded with a mixture of emotions as I tried to process the flood of feelings within me. I of course felt flattered because Lucas, the man I loved for the past five years of my life, finally expressed his feelings for me. But at the same time, a small part of me was upset because it took him five years to eventually say these words. Five long years of yearning for me, waiting for a sign that he felt the same way. It was just five years too long.

There's nothing more fear-inducing than the anticipation of receiving the test results. It feels like an eternity has passed while I've been waiting in Keris' office, even though it's only been a mere ten minutes. The most intense ten minutes I have ever experienced. I found the experience of waiting for my exam results to be quite intense. I couldn't help but constantly refresh my email page, dreading the moment when the results would finally appear, confirming my passing grade. I can't say that I'll be devastated if the test turns out to be positive this time around.

It was only fair for me to understand his thoughts and expectations regarding our future together. Stepping into the elevator, a rush of emotions engulfed me, causing my hands to tremble with a potent blend of excitement and fear. The ascent to Brian's penthouse seemed longer than ever, each passing floor amplifying the pounding of my heart. The anticipation of finally seeing him face-to-face felt surreal. It had felt like an eternity since our last encounter, and the eagerness was almost unbearable.

A collection of feelings arriving simultaneously in the way that significant moments produced, not sequentially but all at once, requiring time to separate and identify each one. Joy was in there. The specific uncomplicated joy of a piece of news that is simply good. Something older was also in there. The specific quality of looking forward and backward simultaneously, seeing what had been and what was coming and the specific line that connected them. And something she had not anticipated. The feeling of being held by something larger than herself. She said: how far. Lena said: eleven weeks. I waited until I was certain before telling anyone. She paused. You're the first.

The two months were, privately, some of the best weeks Roman could remember. He had not expected this. He had expected the waiting to have a quality of restraint to it, of holding himself back from something, the specific tension of a man who was close to something he wanted and could not yet have it fully. He had been wrong about what the waiting would feel like. It felt like nothing he had a name for. Like living a life, he had been circling for years and had finally walked into.

I waited for two days, with confidence that Rodwar would fail in the task that I had given him. During those two days of waiting, I could not help to remember the scent of Rodwar. His scent seemed to have never left my nostrils since then. I longed to see his naughty smile and I even imagined touching his muscled chest. Oh, damn, it was already giving me complicated feelings. I don’t want him to enter my world but I want him, I want his presence. Indeed, I was getting complicated.

We found a place to sit, and we all huddled together, waiting patiently for the result. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as we exchanged nervous glances and silent prayers. "I pray it works." Chloe's voice broke the silence, her words laced with uncertainty, I nodded in agreement, my thoughts consumed by the same sentiment. Minutes turned into what felt like hours, every passing second intensifying the anticipation. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if it, too, was anxiously awaiting the outcome. My mind raced with possibilities, my heart yearning for a positive result.

AUGUST The waiting game was unbearably long the more that I’m expecting a response and it was killing me from the inside out. I walked around my room just to let a fleeting moment pass by and I even had a short trip throughout the house just to distract myself from the already growing impatience. I know weekends should be a lot more fun and anxiety free, a little break from school and all of the activities was all that everyone needs but here I am still anxious and absolutely not having fun. It’s been thirty minutes, almost close to forty since I last sent Ambrose those messages but unfortunately, he hasn’t responded yet. I’m getting more and more guilty as the time ticks and I’m afraid that

I could not express what I’m feeling right now. Enzo turned to me holding my hands, my heart was beating rapidly in my rib cage, My legs were trembling, “There’s something very special that happens to a man when he realizes that he’s met the woman that he’s going to spend the rest of his life with. I think it’s called fulfillment. When that moment comes, the words can’t come out fast enough. Thank you, baby, for agreeing to be my wife and seeing the goodness in me. I’d like to thank my future parents-in-law for bringing into the world, the woman that I love. (toasts) Please raise your glasses with me in a toast for my Venessa” he said,

“I’ve wanted you for a very long time.” Her heart skipped a beat, her mind reeling. This was everything she had fantasized about in secret, every late-night thought and daydream suddenly coming to life. But now that it was real, she felt an overwhelming rush of emotions-desire, fear, anticipation, all blending into one heady cocktail of passion that left her feeling dizzy even before the course meal.