Longing Hearts Mga Nobela at Kwento

A small part of me will always love you but I need to understand and remember that the person my heart craves for was merely my imagination, conjured by my mind, he doesn't exist in real. My heart will always show an increase in its pace whenever I hear your name, it's almost a visceral reaction, a reflex, it may not be in a good way, it is mainly out of fear and....something else, I quite couldn't place this something else, it's a mix of emotion I don't have any name for. I am scared the wounds may have healed but the scar will remain engraved in my soul as a permanent damage.....it may not pain as much it did before but it is going to remain to always remind me of you.

Nonetheless, I followed my family up to the house to find clothes. As we rounded the corner and stepped into my room to find clothes I felt it again except this time it was different. My heart stretched and ached, but the intense pain was gone and it was replaced by a feeling of yearning and a sense of direction. This time I could put an emotion to the feeling accompanying the tug, it was longing. I could feel that it was my heart calling out to the other half of my heart, the one it wanted, the one who was apart of it.

A nostalgic smile fills my heart. I'm going to miss this a lot; you all are my wolf boys. No matter where you are, you are mine, okay? Be as mine as I am yours. I am your partner, your alley, your ACE OF HEARTS in perfection. Don't look for me, don't take risks for me, and don't stop your lives for me. You all are the best thing I've ever had in my life. Don't forget to give Horus a kiss from me and tell him I love him so much too.

"...is ever letting you go.” The words sank into me like a heartbeat, heavy and slow. Tears blurred my vision. I longed to reach out to him, to pull him close and feel his presence, but my body was too weary to move. Despite that, my heart did what my hands couldn’t...it stretched out to him, full of love and longing.

Out of nowhere, like he did last time? I let out a soft laugh. God, I can’t wait to see him. Maybe I’m losing my mind. This feeling — it’s driving me insane. This longing burns straight through my chest, makes it hard to breathe. Like I’m suffocating under the weight of someone’s shadow. Someone I desperately want to hold… but who still stands far, far away. Yongju… I’m coming home. -o0o-

"And then?" "And then the becoming finishes," Marisol said quietly. "The thing settles into what it actually is rather than what it was built to approximate. And what it actually is—" She stopped. "Tell me," Danielle said. "It is need," Marisol said. "Pure and ancient and without limit. The longing that made it — your longing for him — it lives inside the thing as its core drive. But longing without love becomes possession. Wanting without soul becomes hunger. And the hunger—" She pressed her lips together. "It does not stop. It does not moderate. It grows."

She could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. “I never planned for this,” he said quietly, his voice low against her hair. “When I made you sign that contract, I thought it would be simple. You give me your body, I give you money and that's it but you… you got under my skin. Even when you fought me, even when you cried, I couldn’t get enough of you.” Liliana closed her eyes. Tears slipped down her cheeks again. “I hated you so much,” she whispered. “Some days I still do. But when I left today… I felt empty too.”

Whatever I felt, his eyes reflected. Longing is like a gentle tug at the heart, a soft melody that plays in the background of your thoughts. It's the yearning for something that feels just out of reach, a bittersweet ache that lingers in the depths of your soul. Longing is the whispered prayers sent out into the universe, the searching gaze that seeks solace in the night sky. It's the delicate dance between hope and despair, the tender embrace of a love yet to be realized. At its core, longing is a beautiful reminder of our capacity to dream and to yearn for a brighter, more fulfilling future.

Although I will have those twinkles any time. “Now that you mentioned it, you do indeed can do something for me. You see, all these crying and heartbreak made me so hungry that if you do not go and buy me my favorite steak, I might just have you instead.” “Always the hungry Ami, I see.” I will gladly buy you anything your heart desires Ami even when I am married.”

Listening to her smug, self-righteous words, James’s fists clenched tighter. Yes, he had figured it out too late. The shattered glass cut deeper into his hand, blood dripping steadily onto the floor. With trembling fingers, he traced a single number in his own blood on the broken mirror, “7”. Only seven days left.