Longing Sentence Novels & Stories

My chest constricts, I saw him this afternoon yet I missed him, seeing him right now is a testament to that, so there’s so much longing, so much emotion when I murmur, “Christopher.”

Our once sweet, innocent filled with longing kiss turned into a lustful craze kiss. I wanted this moment to relish our feelings for each other. I wanted for once, to just touch her, hold her, kiss her lips and all parts of her face, to be sweet with her so I could show her how much I missed her. How much I’ve longed for her in the most gentlemanly way possible. Time seemed to stretch and the world vanished into a distant memory. It’s just her, I and our longing for each other. My desire overpowered hers, of course. I have missed her so damn much that it put a hole in my chest.

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.

His hands found her waist once more as he prepared for another round. Jessica's eyes popped wide with alarm as she shoved him back. "I... I'm starving!" Without missing a beat, Simon said, "What's your craving? I'll have my secretary send it right over." She could not help but roll her eyes. Did the guy ever get tired? Or hungry? They had been at that for hours on end… With a quick glance, Jessica wriggled free and slid off the bed. Gathering her clothes strewn about, she declared, "I'm in the mood for some exotic food! You know, the place that's impossible to get into!"

she mumbled beneath my breath, trying to face my reality. Few days later, My days have been used with loneliness and longing, he has reached out to me, nor given me a call. He always avoids me with every chance he gets, he doesn't even check up on me! My longing paints the room with hues of sorrow, each corner echoing the whispers of my heart calling out for him, a melody of love lost in the vast emptiness of the night.

The loneliness was especially palpable during the evenings, as she sat in her apartment overlooking the city, the skyline a stark contrast to the star-studded country skies she was accustomed to. One particular evening, as Jane sat by her window, a letter from Mike in her hand, she felt an intense wave of longing. The letter was about a local fair they used to attend together. As she read his vivid descriptions of the merry-go-round, the cotton candy stalls, and the fireworks, she could almost smell the popcorn, hear the laughter, and see the vibrant colors of the fair. Each word was a stab of nostalgia, amplifying her longing for him.

Desire, aching, longing, so palpable it washed over me in waves. “Three.”

… On the day I finally boarded my flight, everyone understood what I meant. Many people came to see me off. Samantha was there too. She held my hand and cried as if she could not bear to let go. She asked, "Caleb, are you really only going overseas for three years? What if you leave and never come back?" I looked at her gently, keeping my voice soft and slow. "If you truly love me, can't you wait just three years? If you can't wait, then maybe we should just—"

It was not lust that he felt towards her. It was just pure longing, and need. Like the need for a last breath or a deep thirst for water.

A call from home came through. "Adam, dinner's ready. Could you pick up some yam on your way back?" "Sure, Mom." My steps grew lighter, my pace quickened, and I jogged into the subway station. It felt as if I could already smell the aroma of dinner waiting at home. After taking so many detours for over a decade, I finally reached the end of my dream path. Now… I truly had a home.