Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

My dearest Hyacinth, In the garden of my thoughts, where shadows bloom and whispers linger, I find myself ensnared by the thorny vines of despair. Hyacinth, my dearest, if only your heart could perceive the anguish that courses through mine as I witness his embrace around you. It is a sight that rends my soul, a cruel symphony of longing and torment.

However, like worms gnawing on spoiled food, Kian’s words echoed in his mind. He wanted to know, he badly wanted to know. But he was scared of disappointment. What if she wasn’t the one? What if there was another woman? What if… But is it really right to think of things that have yet to happen? Or rather, things that are impossible yet to happen? They only make you overthink and depressed. Crystal served their food on the table. Kian looked down and almost let out a defeated sigh. Crystal noticed the expression on his face and couldn’t help but laugh.

Have you ever? Have you ever looked around and be constantly reminded of that someone? Looked back and feel your heart shatter , over and over again when you see that person in your memory – someone you have now lost? Have you ever cried knowing that that person will never come back – no matter how much you try? Ever sat up at night , praying to the Lord above for some kind of guidance to get them back – but even that too does not help? You see….

I whispered to the stillness, my voice barely audible but laden with yearning. The memory of our closeness felt like a distant dream now, something just out of reach. I sighed again, feeling that somehow, in this small act of exhaling my sorrow, I might alleviate my longing for Marius, even if just a little. The emptiness beside me in the bed was a stark reminder of his absence, a void that no amount of sighing could fill.

I rushed out of my room, eager to shake off the lingering frustration from last night's conversation with Mr. Clinton. The constant denial of his feelings was a relentless gnawing ache trapping me in a vicious cycle of confusion and longing. Every glance, every gesture, every whispered word from him left me spinning my own wheels, desperately making me seek a way to make him admit he feels something for me. Even if it was to stir a tiny feeling within him, one that he can't quite ignore or back away from.

Third-person Pov Whitney could not believe that it had almost been a week, and Gavin had still not called her. She had told herself that she was going to be patient with him and that she was also going to make sure to push and pull with him so that she stops seeming desperate for him, but in the last week, she had not even gotten so much as a text message from him. At first, she tried not to be bothered by it, but as time went on, she got even more bothered and annoyed by the fact that he was not keeping his end of the bargain.

I really hate how much this stupid heart has made me such a loser where he is concerned. “You’re doing it again. Zoning out.” Leisa brings me back with another jolt, and I sigh in defeat. “I can’t concentrate or focus. My head’s a mess. I should have stayed home or skipped and gone to the shelter to do something physical.” I moan in petulance. Hating that today has ticked by so slowly. “ I can’t believe how much this is affecting me.” I am disappointed in myself. I always swore I would never be one of those girls who pined over a boy and let their entire life center around one, yet here I am.

I clamped my hands over my mouth, frantically stifling the sobs trembling against my palms. “You don’t know how it feels, Xanthea. Pining for someone, not knowing if the mysterious wait would ever end. You feel two hearts beating in your chest. Everything blurs. Love. Hate. But no matter how many empty seasons pass, you can’t let go of hope. But then, when the moment comes, when the wait is finally over… they look at you like you’re nothing more than a stranger.”

I wept, feeling a hollow ache in my heart that could never be filled. Every time I dream of that man, I am left with this same sensation. Over the past three years, I have been unable to erase his silhouette from my mind. Each encounter in my dreams leaves me just as heartbroken as the last, and this pain never fades. If anything, with the passage of time, the impression of that man has become more deeply etched into my mind and heart. Who are you? Who are you that makes my heart so weary, who makes me hope only to fall into despair?

I can't let her know how much her smile makes my heart soar, or how much her clumsy antics make me want to grab her and kiss her. Now I'm feeling like throwing another wrench. Why can't I get this girl out of my head? No woman has ever attracted my interest for so long without any reciprocation. I didn't know it was possible for me to pine after someone for such a pathetically long time. As much as I try to ignore these feelings, they keep coming up to the surface time and time again.