Love Poems For Getting Her Back Novels & Stories

“Sheena, trust me! I’ll come to you soon! “Go home and get some rest. If they dare to mess with you, just tell me, I will have your back no matter what!” I pushed my suitcase and disappeared around the corner. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh but said nothing. What was the point of pretending to be all loving and devoted at this point?

Their mental power merged perfectly once again. “Years go by, seasons pass, our souls have wandered apart. As memories flash down the road to hell, love will return to our hearts. We may yearn, but don’t you cry. We’ll see each other at the end of time. I’m still reading, reading the past, trying to recall what would make us last. I hold our promise in my heart, where could you be, my lover from the past?” Her singing was clear and sorrowful, echoing through the room.

She was so beautiful. “I’m going to make love to you.” “You have me now,” she said softly. “Just come back to me.” I kissed her hard, because there wasn’t time for gentle. I’d lost her once already. We were standing in the mouth of war, and I needed her taste on my tongue so I could remember what I had to lose if I didn’t win. “I love you,” I whispered against her lips. She gripped my shoulders. “I’ll tell you what I think when you’re back to me.”

She folded her hands. Her lips trembled. “God…” Nothing else came. She closed her eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek. “God, I don't even know what to say.” Her voice cracked. “I thought I knew what my life would look like.” She swallowed. “I thought I married the man I would grow old with.” Her breathing became uneven. “I thought Daniel loved me.” She wiped her tears. “Maybe he still does.” She paused. “But why does loving each other hurt so much?” Her voice broke completely. “Why are we fighting when we should be holding each other?” Ann lowered her head. “I don't understand.”

“This is beyond lust. Beyond desire. You’re in my blood, in my fucking soul. You belong to me.” I breathed her in, my obsession, my weakness, my ruin. “Please… love me back,” I begged in a broken whisper. "Please." She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, and when she opened them again, it was like she had stitched herself back together. “Kester…” She exhaled my name, barely a whisper, and I searched her eyes, waiting for the words she would say like a sinner waiting for his death sentence. "Yes, Mine?" I replied, urging her to speak.

She took away everything with her beautiful heart without her consent! Will I get her back in my life? God..what should I do now? Please come to me baby.. I will be waiting for you all my life... *****

Her laughter, like a melodic symphony, echoes in my ears, resurrecting the warmth in my heart that only she can ignite. I yearn for her touch, how I long to feel the soft caress of her fingertips against my skin, tracing delicate paths of affection. The memory of her embrace lingers, teasing my senses with a phantom sensation, leaving me craving the solace of her arms wrapped tightly around me. It is in her embrace that I find solace, a sanctuary where all worries dissipate, and time itself seems to stand still.

The thought of his arms around her, his lips on hers, consumed her thoughts, leaving her breathless and restless in the stillness of the night. But amidst the ache, there was a flicker of hope. She remembered the moments they had shared, the promises they had exchanged. Ardolf had ignited a fire within her, a fire that burned not only with desire but with a profound connection. She could still feel the imprint of his touch, the echo of his words, and it fueled her determination to see him again, to bridge the distance that separated them.

How could fate be this cruel to give her back to me, but stripped of everything we were? “I’m not trying to confuse you,” I finally said, turning back. “I’m trying to remind you.” Her arms tightened around herself. “Remind me of what?” “Our nights under the black skies. The way you once laughed at me when I burned bread trying to impress you. The way you kissed me as if time was running out.” Her eyes darted up, and I saw a flickerjust a flicker of something breaking through the blankness. But it disappeared as quickly as it came.

“That green tea bitch came back? Emily asked surprised, because it's been a while since she heard her name too. “How could he let her come back, how could he be so heartless? For crying out loud he's married to you, now he wants a divorce because of her?” Amelia could tell Jane was so bitter. “You can't find a pearl of great price, but you can always find a shell with a high price tag. Lia, with your family background and looks, there are plenty of men who'd die to be with you.” Amelia took her gaze to Emily, wondering what she's up to now.