Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

The moon was full and I stare at it feeling sad and lonely. For decades, I have been experiencing this. I find myself missing my mate. I mean I gave up searching for her that was the reason I kept a harem to fulfil my sexual urges. But then in some nights I feel this way and what is strange is that for the past few weeks I have been missing her every single day. How can I miss someone I haven't met? Stupid goddess of the moon is playing with me again. I doubt that my mate will ever be found.

I couldn't stop looking at my phone, willing it to ring with a call from Liam. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity. I was feeling desperate and anxious. Why hadn't he called me? Was something wrong? Did he just not want to hang out with me anymore? I couldn't stop my mind from spinning with these negative thoughts. It was like I was trapped in a cycle of despair.

I have lifted my arm halfway, but then I hesitate again, like I always do. What if he replies? What if he says something? What if he apologizes? What if he tells me not to go? What if he says he still loves me? So I wait. Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes into hours. My vision is blurred as I look on the phone like it will magically appear. But nothing. No message. No call. No Angel. “Foolish me, believing in fairy tales. Reality is such a cruel joke,” I whisper, the words thick with pain.

I deserve more. I keep checking my cell obsessively, but he doesn’t call or text; every time I see the blank screen, I die a little more inside. I long for one of his song emails, a message, anything! I understand his silence, she’ll be with him, he has a lot to think about, talk about; he’s mad at me, he’s overwhelmed. It doesn’t make this any less painful and it feels like eternity.

I could endure my own pain, but the thought of her suffering was unbearable. With a flick of my finger, I swiped my phone screen, dialing a number with a sense of urgency. In Lillyand, Peter sat at the banquet table, his mind wandering as he observed the animated conversations around him. The laughter and clinking of glasses felt distant. He had noticed that I hadn’t replied to his messages, and a nagging worry crept into his thoughts. Is she upset with me for being too protective? He found himself staring at my profile picture, longing for a glimpse of my presence.

A tear slid down Freya's cheek as she sighed, "But they never do." Penny’s eyes saddened. Unrequited feelings were the most painful kind. A very terrible state anyone could ever be in. Freya laughed weakly, "Do you know what's even more embarrassing?" "What?" Penny asked quietly. "They're so focused on someone else they probably don't even realize I exist. Like…aren't I so foolish?” Penny's eyes stayed on Freya's pain-filled ones. Why…why did she suddenly have a feeling she knew whom she was talking about? Well it might not be.

I am lost again in this business world. I have nothing and no one around me, I am all alone. I can see many things but i can't see what I actually want to see. When everyone is unbothered. I can't feel without looking at someone. All the pain in my heart is making me want to meet her once again. But its impossible. I miss her. So much. We only had one day relationship. I don't have her single photo. And I am dying to see her. Hayl.

'Maybe I can consider making this relationship official once he comes back,' the thought made her blush, 'so this is what it feels like to miss someone. She tapped on the messaging app, wanting to text him to ask him what he was doing. However, the red circle with the numbers 99+ at the top of her chat window caught her eye. She took a closer look and discovered that the profile picture was a pretentious selfie of Sherlyn.

Thea, where the hell are you? It's your birthday today. We used to go to Central Park to watch the sunset, then have dinner at that little Italian place. Now I'm just sitting here alone. I ordered your favorite tiramisu. The waiter asked if I was waiting for someone. I just shook my head. How do you tell a stranger you're waiting for a ghost? One hundred days. The hundredth day without you. I'm starting to understand what it means to be better off dead. I dream of you every night, dream of our past. Waking up to an empty bed... there are no words for that kind of despair.

“I’m just… confused.” “Confused,” she echoed, deadpan. “Girl, you’re pining.” “I am not pining,” I argued. I wasn’t some sex-starved or sex-obsessed woman that I’d be pining over some dick. “You literally just sighed like a widow when you said his name five minutes ago.”