Love Poems For Getting Her Back Novels & Stories

She lowered her gaze for a second, then raised it and her eyes locked with his. “Give me tonight. Give me something I never had. Give me back what was taken from me years ago. I don’t want love promises, I don’t expect you to tell me 'I Love You’. I just want to feel alive again… For just one moment in my life, make me feel what no one made me feel before.”

Her gentle touch caressed my cheek, and in that moment, I felt a sense of comfort wash over me. "I have missed you so much," she confessed, her voice filled with longing. I tightened my hold on her, silently promising never to let her go again. The months of separation had been agonising, the ache of her absence a constant companion, but now, knowing that she was back filled me with an indescribable happiness.

The darkness threatened to consume me, but through the murky shadows, I saw her - my first mate. Her brilliant smile ignited a spark in the void, illuminating everything around her. Those sparkling green eyes, filled with warmth and mischief, pierced through the fog of my fading thoughts. The wind danced through her chestnut hair, and for a fleeting moment, the world felt alive again. "Dante!" she called, her voice weavering through my soul like a gentle melody. My heart ached at the sound, a bittersweet reminder of what was lost. "Dante, come back to me!"

The air stood still, heavy with anticipation, as I whispered, "Are you Athara? Are you the love I lost, returned to me?" She hesitated, her eyes flickering with vulnerability before she let out a heavy sigh, as if the past had materialized before her. "Yes," she murmured, her voice laced with a bittersweet longing. "I am Athara, lost but never forgotten." In that moment, the weight that had burdened my soul for so long began to lift. Time had played its twisted game, weaving our fates across millennia, only to reunite us in this dimly lit bar. The echoes of time resounded within our hearts, whispering a tale of reunion and redemption.

I walked to the bed and sat down heavily, dragging my fingers across the sheets, tracing the outline where she once lay. My chest ached. > Wait for me, Rex. I’m on my way. I lay back, letting her scent wrap around me again—this time like a promise. Tomorrow, the world would burn if it meant getting her back.

She still chose me. There wasn’t a fucking thing in this world, in any world, that I wouldn’t do for her. I let that love roll through me, pushing it down the silent bond like a current of fire. My hands rubbed up and down her arms, desperate, rough at first, then slower, trying to coax some spark from the bond. ‘Come back to me,’ I begged her, and I wasn’t the type who ever begged. ‘Feel me. Find me. Come back.’

"So what's your decision. Are you going to go get your love back or will you stay here and remain miserable" Her gaze dropped to our hand. When she looked up, I already knew what her answer would be. "I'll go. I need to get back the man I love"

I know I should let go, but I'm in love with the ache, The memories of her presence, how they still awake. In the quiet of night, I hear her soft sighs, Feel her presence linger, like whispers in disguise. I'm drawn to the pain, like a moth to the flame, Ensnared by the memories, haunted by her name. Though I know I should move on, start anew, The pull of her absence, it cuts me through, For love's not just joy, but the pain that it brings, A bittersweet melody, where heartache sings.

I couldn't wait to have her back. Ironically, I had initially sought Amara for revenge, but she became my redemption. Her love transformed me, and now I couldn't imagine living without her. As I strolled through the garden, memories flooded my mind: Amara's radiant smile. Her infectious laughter. The tears we'd shared. Our moments together, fleeting yet unforgettable. The way she challenged me, changed me. My heart ached with longing, but I knew our reunion was near. Amara would be my source of happiness once more.

But every second she stands there, radiant and untouchable, is a reminder of the truth: I lost her. And I will burn the world to win her back.