Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

Missing someone, oh the worst of them all. Thinking about them more then you should, mentioning their name in a conversation or something they had said, where it's unnecessary and of course, sometimes second guessing yourself of how much value you might still hold in their lives. Whether they are at this sort of space just like you, or are they actually thrilled to be away from you but didn't want to tell you. Oh the human mind could be a pain sometimes, seriously, especially the heart.

YEARNING. A feeling of intense longing for something. The fake engagement, now given a genuine emotional core, quickly blurred into a fragile reality with Dylan yearning for more. Dylan and Anna were living a lie that felt more real than their actual lives. While both clung to the denial that they were simply 'strategizing,' their bodies and actions betrayed the intense, unspoken longing that defined their days: the yearning for a future that wasn't shadowed by secrets, BPD, or professional constraints.

Her insecurities got the best of her and she really felt like that he was taking advantage of her by helping and all. "So you think I feel pity for you?" He asked in astonishment. "Yes! We are no match! You think I'm a poor girl struggling so you can take advantage of me! Well I don't need your help!" Her stark reply amused him. "Right! But get that one thing in your head, that I don't feel any pity for you! And I'm really going to make you my wife, resist or not! It's up to you" he declared in a solidified tone.

Yet, a single thought kept tugging at the corners of his mind: Will I miss her so much that I can’t sleep if I don’t see her for a few days? Ladapha worked while constantly glancing at her phone, eagerly waiting for a message to appear. Each time a notification popped up, she quickly checked her phone, only to feel a pang of disappointment when it wasn’t from the person she was waiting for. Several days had passed without any word from Yin Yue. Despite being the one waiting for his messages, she didn’t dare to send him one first. Every time she typed something, she would delete it, fearing it might bother him. It was only the third day of no contact, but why did it feel like an eternity? Not

The dimly lit bar provided a soothing atmosphere, but my mind was constantly preoccupied with thoughts of Vivian. As I sat there, observing the couples around me, my longing for Vivian intensified. The distance between us seemed unbearable, and I knew I had to hear her voice. My fingers dialed her number, and when she answered, her words melted my resolve. The way she said she missed me stirred a deep desire within me.

But understanding the reasoning didn't ease the pain that throbbed within his chest. A pang of longing surged through Kelvin as he imagined a different outcome, a future where he and Julia could be more than boss and Employee. The image of her smile, her laughter, and the companionship they could have shared danced vividly in his mind. But the reality of their circumstances dashed those dreams, leaving him feeling weak both mentally and physically.

I haven’t heard from either of the two of them. “It’s normal to get upset about something. But with the two of you, don’t you think that she’s going overboard with her reaction?” She turns away from the mirror just to face me. “I mean, look at you! You look so forlorn and heartbroken!” Yes, maybe I am. It’s not just because Pam has been deliberately ignoring me these past few days. It is also because Devyn is still not returning any of my calls or messages. Is he that busy back in New York for him to ignore me?

I caught myself scrolling through old emails, reading her efficient replies like they held some secret to fixing the chaos. “Pull yourself together, Liam,” I growled, slamming my laptop shut. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the gnawing emptiness. It wasn’t just her absence—it was the realization that she had always been there, quietly holding my world together. And now that she was gone, everything was unraveling. I hated how pathetic I felt. This wasn’t me. I didn’t pine over people. People pined over me. Yet here I was, lying awake at night, wondering if she missed me. If she thought about me as much as I thought about her.

The trees that had seemed so beautiful this morning now looked bare and skeletal, their branches reaching toward the sky like desperate fingers. I couldn't stop checking my phone every few steps, hoping to see Liam's name flash across the screen with some explanation for why he hadn't shown up. The device felt heavy in my hand, weighed down by all the unanswered calls and messages I'd sent throughout the day. Each time the screen stayed dark, disappointment settled deeper in my chest like a stone.

’ I missed her silly remarks. ‘Sorry, girl! I’m having a panic of my own over here!’ ‘Over S?’ ‘Over Ian! He’s my mate, I know it.’ She paced, around and around and around. ‘But until I find my person and get to be with her, I can’t be with my mate. We’ll be stuck sniffing each other and thinking, Mmm, well don’t they just smell delicious? Ugh!’ ‘We’ll just have to find your person, then–’