Love Poems For Getting Her Back Novels & Stories

The words stung, her heart aching with longing. She missed the warmth of his touch, the gentle way he looked at her, and the reassuring presence of her mate. The memories of their time together flooded her mind: laughter, whispers, and stolen glances. "But he'll return," she reminded herself, drawing strength from their bond. Their love was a flame that burned bright, guiding her through the darkness. Athena squared her shoulders, her determination igniting. She would hold onto their love, nurture it, and keep it burning until Tristan's return.

I implored, yearning for her to return, to heal the wounds that had been inflicted upon us. But she began to fade away, slipping from my grasp like a wisp of smoke. Yet, even as she dissipated, I couldn't let go of my love for her. I whispered into the void, my voice quivering with sincerity, "I vow to cherish only you. You alone, my eternal love."

I hold her in my arms and breathe her in; her hair is lightly scented like strawberries, from her shampoo. “We’ll be back tomorrow night,” she tells me, as she kisses me. But I know better, and I try to warn her not to leave yet, baby, don’t leave yet! Wait ten minutes, that should be enough time. Despite my efforts, the dream doesn’t change. She doesn’t wait. I stand outside myself, horrified, powerless, watching me blow Abagail a kiss, seeing her scrunch her tiny nose at me as she giggles. Waving at them as Laura backs out of our driveway.

“I…come back…no…” The figures are now intermingling, creating a fog. She racks her brain, trying to remember what she lost. There’s a longing in her, craving for the person she’s meant to see. He’s elusive, but he can’t stay away forever. “Come back…” she whispers. “I…Please…”

She is gonna miss her. "I told you I will be back before you know it. Don't be sad cause I'm going to face time you every day." "Let me just dropped you off." Sarah said still feeling sad. The feeling of being lonely overwhelmed her. But she knew she will be back as she said. ~~~~ She was coming back from Ava's house after dropping her off. She nod her head of the rhymes of the music booming from her phone that was connected to her car. "Shit!" She yelled stepping hard on the break and it finally stopped just before she it the man. She ran down to check the man.

We were kissing like there was no tomorrow; I felt like I was about to burst due to my desire for her. We pulled away as we were out of breath. Our foreheads pressed together. “I can't thank the Moon Goddess enough for sending you back to me. I was alive but soulless. I had to live for our children. Otherwise, I would die in the grief of losing you.” She placed her palm over my lips and shook her head. “Don't say such ominous things. I came back because of you. Your love brought me back. She had to give me back to you. She must be moved by your love.” Saying that she pecked my lips

she told me. I looked at her. “Don’t you love him anymore?” I asked. She sighed. “How could I not love him? I made him my world,” she replied in a sad tone. “Then why don’t you have him back?” “Because he hurt me and it’s bad. I love him but my love for him is like poison. The more that I’d I love him, the more that I would die, the more that I would hurt.” She sighed deeply again.

"I am a man whom love has redeemed. The thought of her is no longer a dream. A cage of flesh and blood that is hers to keep, my heart and soul laid as gifts at her feet. The love I feel when I look into her eyes is stronger than my wolf which calls to starry skies. Instead, I howl to the one who freed the beast from these bones, the one whose arms I call home. I will light this world on fire if it means her love I will earn, for she is a flame and I will gladly be burned."

Her heart was soon to explode. "Come back..." She mitered softly, hoping he had not left. Hoping he was still by the door outside, hoping he was only waiting for a second before walking back in and engulfing her in his arms. "Come back to me..." She muttered softly. She strength to even speak any louder than that had evaded her. No matter how hard she tried to reach for it, it kept slipping out of her grasp. So she remained on her knees, tears washing down her face like heavy rain, heart as burdened as ever, soul as drained as it could ever get. Hoping her lover would just come back to her.

resonate within me, echoing like a soft melody that promises a brighter dawn after the longest of nights. I find my hand lifting, touching the spot where her lips met my skin, and I can't help but feel a sense of reverence. It's as if her simple gesture has sanctified that small patch of my face, converting it into hallowed ground. For all the power and strength I possess, for all the battles I've won and the challenges I've overcome, this feels like the most significant victory—winning back a fraction of her trust, the promise of a "new beginning."