Long Awaited Feelings Novels & Stories

Little did I know it will come back. Now I do have a lot of chances to tell my feelings to him for last. I am just waiting for the perfect timing. The sign I wished before is nearing its deadline. I remember, beforehand, I wished that I could go to our current school and God must give me 2 years to prepare and tell this feeling to him.

He wore a scowl on his face. “There is nothing to be confused about. It is not something that can be studied. It's a feeling. A strong, intense emotion that you seize from your heart and not from your brain.” “Just as you feel for your husband and daughter.” He calculated her words and came to a definite conclusion. “I am not sure what you are talking about.” When she realized where the conversation was going, she decided she didn't want to be a part of it, at least not in front of Lander and Rachel.

Elita Once again in life, I am forced to realize that waiting is the hardest thing to do. Waiting for someone is like dragging your body over a bed of nails. It is slow. It is painful. It does not kill, but it leaves me writhing. Time stretches, moving too slow, making every breath feel heavy, every heartbeat feel too slow. The worst part of it? Not knowing if they are even coming back, or if I am waiting for nothing, or if I should do something instead of just…sitting around and waiting.

Envy—no, longing? I looked at Arlo’s side profile and also saw the longing in his eyes. I’ve made him wait for such a long time, and I’ve been unsure for a long time now. I’m not unsure of Arlo, of course. I’m just wondering whether it’s still too early for us to get married and start a family. However, looking at him now, I feel like this is also what I want. I interlaced my fingers with Arlo's, catching him by surprise.

I feel my lungs tighten, my breath becoming short, irregular. Our gazes meet, and in that instant, the world around me seems to stop. There’s no more sound, no more street, no more house, no more children, nothing. Just the two of us, frozen at that moment, as if time had frozen. It’s a silent exchange, filled with everything that’s been left unsaid, with all the things that were never spoken. Unspoken feelings float between us, like ghosts that were never exorcised. The longing I feel is almost tangible, thick, extending like an invisible veil over us.

The space between their heartbeats narrowed—not closed, not rushed. Just waiting. And for the first time in a long while, waiting didn’t feel like punishment. It felt like possibility.

Aristotle’s entire being stilled. He had waited for this news for nineteen years. As time passed, the flames died little by little, the heart grew more numb, until the very thought of it was no different from a pipe dream. But today, news of it coming true reached him and plunged him into a torrent of feelings. A long while later, he finally muttered under his breath, “When… When will they be back?”

Every second felt like an eternity, my body buzzing with anticipation. Yesterday, when she told me that she adored me….i still couldn’t get over that word. It kept replaying over and over again, creating layers of desperation and longing. God! I wanted her so badly. I approached the door, resting a trembling hand against my chest, steadying my breath as I tried to quell the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Hours……not just hours, but minutes without her felt unbearable, each tick of the clock intensifying my need to see her, to sniff her beautiful sweet scent. What if I was too early? The thought sent a jolt of anxiety through me but begore I could react….I heard footsteps approaching.

“I am not so positive. You know that we are always under watch even if we don’t admit it. I feel they know and are just taking their time before they strike. I hate that we don’t even know what to expect.” I let put in frustration. I wasn’t really good with the shit called waiting. Waiting and hoping that they wouldn’t come for us was something that I wasn’t really sure I could do. Waiting makes me feel restless and on the edge. I hate the feeling so much.

My blood seems to turn cold with the effect of hearing it again, and I am sure all color drains form my skin. It has a pausing effect for a second, and I can’t move while it sinks in that he’s really here, and all that stands between us is a door. It’s only been a month, but it feels like a lifetime, and all anger and resentment fade as adrenaline kicks in, and my longing to see him intensifies.