Long Awaited Feelings Novels & Stories

The news might have been exposed that early before Keith told me, but I want to hear it from Keith himself, I need to feel that truly his heart has been captured by another, like I'd feared. 2 years I've kept my feelings to myself. 2 years this heart of mine has beat for him while his own, beat just for himself. 2 years I've called out to him yet he never heard me and now 2 years down the line. A few months in and now he's opened a door , for another.

Oh Allah, what does my heart feel like, I have always wanted to be free from Febri's love, but today I feel something is missing in my days. Febri, it is almost 3 years since we met and shared stories, the many joys and sorrows that we have gone through. Your attitude is contradictory, maybe that's what makes me endure. The man who is most affectionate, but most jealous of me. And now we can't help but be separated by distance, time and circumstances. Can we be loyal to each other Feb, and this relationship is my first long-distance dating relationship.

I will wait for something to come through from him. I don't know how long I lie on my bed waiting for his reply but it's a long time. I feel my heart break as the seconds tick by. He won't reply. Tears start to well up I blink a few times and then suddenly the bubbles start moving on the screen. My heart starts going again. I grip my phone tightly waiting. This might be the open door I have been waiting for. I was hopeful this plan wpuld wprk but I didnt imagine it would be this fast.

I know she’s judging me deep down in her heart wondering what sort of monstrosity I am to talk about my feelings when she has had the worst years. Waiting for a reply felt like I’m eternity, even though it was just seconds that drew us apart I could feel my heart skip a beat, my breathing, getting more intense just waiting for her to say a word, anything even though I knew it wouldn’t be nice words my heart was ready to take anything she was willing to dish “So what do you want us to do about that?“ she asked, but I didn’t know if she was being serious or sarcastic. But I let my silly thoughts out anyway

"But... you'll have to wait for a year and a half. It's such a long time... " "It’s been a while since I last had sex. What's a big deal to wait for another two?" "You're very ignorant in this aspect. If I have sex with you now, it wouldn't be a good experience for you. I'm waiting for you to grow up, understand?" The last sentence was deeply engraved in her heart. He said... *I'm waiting for you to grow up.* *Waiting for you to grow from eighteen to twenty.* *Waiting for me to grow from twenty-eight to thirty.*

Every nerve in her body was alive, every sense heightened, and the world outside seemed to fade away as she became lost in the sensation of his lovemaking. The truth was, her desire for him mirrored his own. She had dreamed of this moment for six long years, a fantasy that had fueled her through countless lonely nights. Now, it was finally happening, more intense, more passionate, more fulfilling than she could have ever imagined. The years of waiting, the unspoken desires, all culminated in this moment of pure, ecstatic surrender.

When Nathan heard of this, he drove three hours through the night to get to me. "Willow, I'm here," he'd said. Back then, I knew he would come for me, and he knew I would wait too. Now, blood was dripping onto my lashes and slipping off. The air felt frozen too. Suddenly, a piece of candy landed on me. It was my favorite handmade kind. In the past, Nathan used to buy them just to cheer me up. I never imagined he would still carry a few pieces in his pocket now. My fingers tightened around the candy. For some reason, my eyes began to sting with tears too.

Astrid felt her heart drop as she tried to lead Coco away. Isaiah rushed over and embraced Coco tightly. “I haven't seen you in ages. You’re so tall now! It’s so good to see you! “Do you know how much I’ve missed you in the last four years? I’ve been dreaming about seeing you again every day. I wanted to tell you why I didn’t see you last time in the hospital. “But for some reason, you would always turn away from me in my dreams and refuse to talk to me. Is it because you are upset that I didn't visit you then?”

Yearning for her smile, enjoying her companionship, infatuated with the very air she breathed, how could he bear a world without Jessica? A gust of wind blew across Marcus' forehead, lightly brushing it. Deep within his profound gaze, there was nothing but worry. His heart was as though it was being seared in hot oil, hot and painful. This waiting agony was particularly unbearable. The person he cared about had an uncertain fate, and he had to wait in silence for news. It felt like a sharp knife piercing his bones.

‎I was close enough now to almost stop wanting it and start simply expecting it, which was a different feeling entirely, quieter, more certain, the feeling of a man who has done the work and is waiting for the work to finish itself. ‎Almost. ‎Not yet. ‎But almost.