Misunderstood Feelings Novels & Stories

I think I would’ve done the same thing, if I’m brave enough to do it. Another deep sigh escaped me because of the relaxation I’m feeling and from understanding Jayce’s side. Of course, he’s still (kinda) immature and almost lacks social cues. Another reason for that sigh is because I understand him and I’m frustrated because I can’t get mad at him SINCE I UNDERSTOOD HIS SIDE. So, you just end up frustrated from getting frustrated over a misunderstanding and acting the wrong way. Now being mad without hearing his side just adds up to this frustration. I can’t even be mad now that I heard his reason and his usual actions. I don’t want rational explanations. I wanted to get mad! It’s easier tha

He furrowed "Unrequited love?" I smile and nodded. "Yes. One-sided love. Before I thought that what we feel towards each other is mutual, but I was wrong. You guys are all like that. You tend to make us misinterpret your actions. You will act sweet and will make us feel so special then when we started to assumed things you will suddenly burst our bubbles and dumped us.” "What do you mean? What happen?” He curiously asked.

After debating with myself for five minutes, I ended up sending a short message to him, informing him about my vacation. To be honest, I'm not good at expressing my feelings. I'm terrible at it, so many people often misunderstand me. That's why I'm always sorry for not expressing my feelings. It's too bad that I'm not good at explaining my feelings. But he always saw through my façade. He was the only person who saw me as the person I am, not the person I wanted people to see. That's why I'm trying to express my feelings more, even though it's still awkward sometimes.

I felt very bad that he was going through this and I couldn't help at all. "I see, that's very kind of you though. I think that you're a very kind person a lot of people just misunderstand you." He muttered and I sat up straighter. This wasn't going the way I expected. "Oh, really I didn't know that I was widely misunderstood." "Yes, you are. A lot of people still harbor resentment for you but you might not be aware of that. Anyway, I think it's only normal for certain people to think others undeserving of the love and attention that they receive. It's a national problem."

They explicate the havoc running inside your heart, but unfortunately, I have all these things inside me with an additional feeling. That’s abhorred. Tears are descending but in pain, I should feel love for him, but I also hate him. I want to kiss him, but at the same time, I want to slap him. I want to tell him I love him, and then again, I want to talk sense to him, scold him. “Now, tell me. The truth only.” I say nothing, just stand there. This is not what I thought we would be doing tonight. Why is this happening? This misunderstanding has the power to kill us, our marriage, our love, our friendship. Still, I don’t say a word; I don’t defend myself to him.

I honestly expected an immediate rejection from him, but surprisingly he wasn’t trying to comfort me, but I already know that I’m not expecting anything positive from him because he already gave me several signals, so he’s not in love with me, and he’s made me know several times now that he’s never going to be, so right now I know that I’m living in my delusions, but at least if that would make me feel good, then I don’t care. He sounded like he’s been in my shoes before, but he honestly doesn't know what it feels like to like a person and the person doesn’t like you back. “You don’t know how I feel; I know that you’re just saying that to make me feel good, but I need you to know that you de

"I don't know," I admitted in all honesty. "I honestly don't understand my own feelings, Antonio." The frustration in my voice was clear. Antonio stared at me like I'd just confessed to the most impossible thing. His jaw dropped slightly as he shook his head in utter disbelief. “I can't believe this.” He muttered. "Help me, I don't understand my own thoughts and feelings. It's so confusing," I urged, frustrated by the confusion I was feeling. "You're supposed to be my right hand man. Explain this strange feelings plainly to me so I'll understand." I choked out.

I have no idea at all what was going through my head when I uttered that sentence that I didn’t have feelings for her "Gosh!" She just misunderstood everything, I should have never made her sad, I guess I reasoned that if Cathy thought that I didn’t have feelings for her she would leave her alone, she would stop bugging her and my feelings for her might put her into more trouble, right now, I know Newton and Cathy hurt her because of me and I will only be putting her into more trouble if I admit outrightly

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.

Every time I anticipated his needs because I knew him better than just about anyone else in the world. “Why?” I asked. I was disappointed to realize that my voice was plaintive, almost whiny. I couldn’t help it. His voice stayed restrained and cold as he answered. “I don’t want others to misunderstand anymore.” As if everything we had was nothing more than a misunderstanding. And all that mattered was what other people thought. “You mean you don’t want Maya to misunderstand anymore?”