Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

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?

“Well, then you need to either tell him how you feel or get over him. This pining thing? It’s not cute anymore. You deserve better than being a silent spectator in his life.” But I couldn’t tell him. Because what if he didn’t feel the same way? What if I lost him entirely? ******** If I close my eyes and let my mind drift, it’s always Vihan I find at the heart of my memories, his laughter woven into every cherished moment of my life. It’s not just the milestones that stand out—it’s the little things, the teasing remarks, the stolen glances, and the way he’s always been there, oblivious to the havoc he wreaks on my heart.

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.

No response. “I miss you. I miss you every day and it’s more painful than I can take. Every time I look at your pictures, I feel as though someone is stabbing my heart with needles. I can’t take it. You being in a place where I cannot see or talk to you just tears me apart and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.” A single tear fell down my cheek. “Just one more day. One day is what I’m asking for. Let me hold you just for one day and I promise it’s enough for me.”

POV Moon I sigh from my place, I don't dare to interfere, plus I'm still knocked out by that snatched kiss. Seeing him there gives me a dose of something I needed, but dependence on it should not be something urgent, I myself have distanced myself, the fact that now I miss him so much frustrates me, even though missing him is completely normal.

But deep down in my heart, I was worried: Does that mean that he no longer wants to be my mate? That singular thought kept plaguing my mind. I haven’t even set my eyes on him for a month now, and it was taking a toll on me. Every day, I was looming on the internet for any picture that I could get of him, and anytime I see anyone, I dwell on them, trying to commit his face to memory. Otherwise I would forget, not that I can ever forget. Maya was getting angsty; we hadn’t made any contact with our mate for more than a month.

That feeling of longing, the feeling to belong to someone. Have been on the look out my nose and senses heightened in search of my mate and still yet nothing. People say the smell of your mate will be the most tantalizing thing you could every smell. It will be so addicting that the urge drives some people crazy that they complete the bonding ritual the. And there. Well have been expecting to experience all these so called feelings and still yet nothing. "Moon goddess is this a sign that am cursed."Sonya murmurs..

I was weak but I am probably the only one with any sense. "Good morning. As you all know, there will be a banquet holding in two days time. The Alpha of Blood Fang has ensured peace between us for year and we need to celebrate that..." I watched quietly as the girls began to swoon as he talked, obviously lost in the silkiness of his voice. I tired not to roll my eyes. It was so sickening. "... some of you will be attending to the food and drinks and some will be in charge of the guests. You all are pretty girls–"

Paige looked at Chris in confusion. Chris explained, "I heard that when someone loves another person very much, after leaving that person, they'll desperately seek someone similar, even if they only have a slight resemblance. You not finding someone like me means you don't want to see me. When one person doesn't want to see another, it's because they hate them or are repulsed by them. You're repulsed by me, and that's why you don't want to be with someone like me again." Paige was dumbfounded.

Instead, I feel like an afterthought, a shadow in his life. I look down at my phone; the screen springs to life as I check my messages. Nothing. Not one call, not one message. My chest tightens. How did I become this person, this woman who waits, who hopes, who aches for scraps of attention from the man she loves?