Novel & Cerita My Love Is As A Fever Longing Still

Let us think of it as fever dream coming alive in the doorway, or as rain on the doorstep. But there’s neither a hole nor more holes to see now, like some days wanting, wanting God’s love to caress the words we can’t afford to say. A shape, a modern shape speaking to me in the face. Sometimes I’d like to say it’s this shape that speaks the language of love, the strange interlude in a movie that keeps repeating, repeating in the shore that shifts the character of our inner flowering shapes.

That's why she is behaving like this but I know she still loves me. "It's not the answer to my question. I want the answer to my question.", I replied in a loving voice while leaning more towards her face and she turned her face left for ignoring me. I leaned my face towards her ear, "Niyati, I want an answer, Do. you.still.love.me?", I whispered near her ear while giving stress on every word. My love for her is growing at a higher speed than I had been started losing my senses over her.

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.

I can’t change that. My feelings won’t change in a couple of days. I’ve been loving him since so long that my fondness towards him is was too strong to break in a matter of a few days. And after everything I went through with him, after staying apart from him for almost a decade, there is a part of me that needs to be with him for at least a little while. And I think this is the time. This is my last chance. If I have to let go of me, first I need to be with him. I can just enjoy his presence around him for a few more days. Maybe I deserve that. Even if I don’t, I need that.

Emotions pour into the open sky, A symphony of heartache, a whispered sigh, Love's complexities, bittersweet, In the shadows, our souls do meet. I curl up in the cradle's embrace, Thoughts like constellations in space, A canvas of feelings, a universe to mend, Longing for a love that seems to transcend. The night winds whisper my name, Echoing my longing, my silent claim, My heart, a celestial light in the dark, Guiding me through love's intricate arc. In the night's quietude, I find release, My tears are a testimony, a plea for peace,

"Hey, simmer down. I know you're not allowed to have one. I don't hate you" Huh? He... doesn't hate me for it? His handsome face releases an intimate smile and he leans in, coming very close to whisper in a swooning voice, "I love you, Sorah. Way more than you think" I love you. I flare from the roots of my hair to the itchy soles of my feet, my eyes welling unconsciously and my shivers turning feverish. "I...I..." Hah...my throat feels swollen, my chest feels stuffy, and why am I so feverish?

A fever running through every part of me, it will only be quenched by her. She has hypnotised me, my head moves as if by some cosmic force, my lips finding hers, so soft, so perfect, opening and giving way for me, her tongue meeting mine in a dance of pleasure. I feel a desperate need to consume every single inch of her, to brand her very soul with mine. Her reaction to me telling me she feels the same.

Whatever I felt, his eyes reflected. Longing is like a gentle tug at the heart, a soft melody that plays in the background of your thoughts. It's the yearning for something that feels just out of reach, a bittersweet ache that lingers in the depths of your soul. Longing is the whispered prayers sent out into the universe, the searching gaze that seeks solace in the night sky. It's the delicate dance between hope and despair, the tender embrace of a love yet to be realized. At its core, longing is a beautiful reminder of our capacity to dream and to yearn for a brighter, more fulfilling future.

Every day, I felt love only in the movies Or in books or dramas Mmm, that’s how I learned love My heart kept racing as if it was my story My heart was pounding and fluttering Mmm, I’m so curious, I’m going crazy Ooh, some day Will these things happen to me too? When will that be? Who will it be? I wanna know, they say it’s sweet like candy I wanna know, they say it feels like flying I wanna know know know know What is love? What does love feel like? I wanna know, they say you smile all day I wanna know, they say the world becomes beautiful I wanna know know know know What is love? Will this kind of love come to me too? Maybe what I feel isn't love at all. That's why this is so wrong and pain