Misunderstood Feelings Novels & Stories

"I see. You're probably just into polygamy then. You won't understand how we feel about it, just like we won't understand how you feel about monogamy." Elias looked at Angie's sad expression and felt a strong twinge in his heart. "Sorry." The apology left his lips before he realised it. He frowned in confusion as soon as he heard himself. "What for?" Angie was equally puzzled. "Uhm. For not being able to understand?" He quickly came up with an excuse. "What? There's no need to. It's normal to not understand someone's feelings. You're not him, or her." Elias looked down at the ground again. He wondered about his strange behaviour and feelings towards Angie. However, Angie took his silence as

He spoke grabbing her hard and she could see a volcano eruption from his eyes. "Then? Why didn't you read my emotions when you left me alone on the engagement day? Why didn't you see anything beyond your anger that day? Why the hell you didn't try to look through me?" She yelled at him grabbing his collar and he felt lost in words to explain. She is portraying as if he was at fault. Is it he who misunderstood everything? No that can't be true. Arjun can't handle that pain if that was a misunderstanding. He definitely can't bear it for sure.

Felicia finally said. "What do you mean?" "Do you realize that everything you do makes everyone misunderstand? You care for me, your attention, all your gifts." Felicia rubbed her face roughly. "Stop making me feel carried away. Makes me feel special even though I really don't deserve it. Just be normal. Please." She looked so frustrated. "You used to tell me to be serious and that's what I did. It's still wrong and still confuses you, huh? Is it all still unclear, Fel? Everything I've done to you. It's not clear, huh?"

How dare him accuse me of such thing. "Well you want to people to pity you with your fake tears" I didn't even know there was tears in my eyes, until i touched my face and felt the tears everybody started talking about me. I turned to leave as i felt embarrassed. How can he accused me of such thing I felt anger boil inside my vein just as i was about to give him a piece of my mind, i heard a mysterious voice. "I don't think you're right"

I feel connected to you. I feel very misunderstood by many people, but worse, I feel most people don't want to understand me. But you, you always seek to understand me. You know my heart. You know that I always have the best of intentions. You understand me. You get me. In fact, I think you're the only person who truly does. But only because you are the only person who has taken the time. You always know what I need to hear. You know what worries me and what scares me. You know my secrets. You know exactly what I need at exactly the right time. Best of all, you never pass judgment. Thank you for taking the time to know and understand me. We are distinctly different. You make up for all that

When he found that she was not looking at him again, he sighed deeply and said, "In fact, you don't have to force yourself to say sorry." "I didn't force it. I'm really sorry... I was too willful today, so... I hurt you." She felt that her mood could not be conveyed. No matter what she said, both of them seemed to misunderstand each other, they just could not express their true feelings. If this continued, the two of them would really be in trouble. Obviously, she didn't want to quarrel with him, and they had agreed not to misunderstand each other. Natalie didn't want to go on like this, so she finally gritted her teeth, opened the car door, and then directly threw herself into his arms.

But I also knew, because I was not silly, that feelings could be wrong. I had felt certain things that turned out not to be true. I had felt scared of things that were not dangerous. I had felt angry in moments when the anger was about something completely different from what I thought it was about. And I had watched other people's feelings lead them into things that hurt them, not because the feelings were fake but because feelings did not always have access to the full picture. So my honest opinion, my real opinion, was more complicated than either side of this debate.

Like one wrong sentence would change everything. That made me uneasy. I don’t like things I don’t understand. And I did not understand what I was feeling. I understood anger. I understood loyalty. I understood violence. I understood fear. I understood the pain. I understood revenge . But this? This was different. This didn’t feel like something I could fight or control. It didn’t feel like something I could solve with a plan or eliminate like an enemy. It just sat there in my chest, quiet and persistent, like it was waiting for me to notice it.

I questioned him. “What I meant was for you and me to spend the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other.” Oh. I thought… Never mind what I thought. “I am sorry but that wasn’t how it sounded to me.” I smiled. “My apologies for the misunderstanding.” I don’t know if it’s the way he said the words or the hint of mischief I sensed from him but I was sure he didn’t feel sorry at all that I misunderstood him. “Will you give me a chance to redeem myself?”

I struggled to reconcile the man I thought I knew with the one who seemed so detached and uninvested. I knew my emotions didn’t mean anything to him. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. His indifference was a stark contrast to the turmoil I felt inside. I had poured my heart out, shared my deepest feelings, and yet it seemed to make no difference. He remained distant, unmoved by my emotions. The knowledge was a painful reminder that our connection was one-sided, and I was left to deal with the weight of my own unrequited feelings.