Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

Fuck. This pining is pathetic. She’s not mine. She’s not my mate. And it looks like she’s going to be dating Max. Who knows, maybe he’ll turn out to be her mate. For some reason the thought doesn’t make me burn with jealousy the way I expected. It just makes me feel hollow. Sad.

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.

The feeling of being unable to connect with someone you care deeply about can evoke a range of emotions in a person, especially when there's a sense of uncertainty or worry involved. For Vipula, each unanswered call or message might feel like a wave of anxiety crashing over her, accompanied by a gnawing sense of longing and concern. The uncertainty of not knowing Adwith's whereabouts or well-being could lead to feelings of helplessness and frustration, adding to the emotional turmoil. The longing to hear his voice, to know that he's safe and sound, could create a constant ache in her heart, leaving her restless and unsettled. Each passing moment without contact might intensify her worry, amp

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.

Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow. During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."

Han's Point of View As I sat in the bustling coffee shop, sipping on my latte, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing deep within my heart. Watching couples laugh, share tender moments, and exchange loving glances, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing in my life. The truth is, I've always been a hopeless romantic, longing for deep connection and soul-stirring love.

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.”