Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

he uses his hand to slap his forehead "Just how hopeless can you be, you know I can't, I just can't any more honey" he walks out "Drama Queen" sighs, usually I would take pictures of my outfits then Frankie would help me pick the one, I miss her, time for me to get this over with ___________Mike texted where we should meet, I didn't want to do this, there are better ways for me to spend my weekends The saddest thing right now is that am the one who's waiting for him, and I can't order anything since I can't eat anything

But hey, if you all believe in their love, that's cool too. TEVIEForever: OMG we need more mods here! All kinds of trolls rolling in UnoCuchono6: Look at them cowering now…she thought she could destroy their love with that pathetic attempt I closed the chatroom, feeling a mixture of frustration and sadness. It was disheartening to see how deeply entrenched the belief in our imaginary romance had become. Their passion wasn’t as unsettling as Linda’s had been, but it was a parasocial nightmare nonetheless.

‘Amy and I didn’t find our fated mates. My heart breaks for her. I know how badly she wants to have a fated mate- she’s always believed it would be a possibility despite the plague. Seeing Daya, Emmy, and so many others over the last few months find their mates, I worry Pearl has gotten her hopes too high.

We were about to embark on an adventure together, one that might just bring us closer and help me find the words to express the feelings that were growing stronger with each passing day. I sat in my living room, scrolling through social media on my laptop, half-heartedly glancing at posts from friends and acquaintances. The screen was filled with images of vacations, celebrations, and personal achievements, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. It seemed like everyone around me was moving forward, while I was stuck in a cycle of uncertainty and heartache.

Nixie: It’s been three days and I haven't received a single damn call from Ivan. I get that we broke up from our fake relationship or whatever, but he couldn’t even send a single text, it hurts. And to be honest, anytime I hear the pinging of my phone, I hurriedly check it like a pathetic maniac, hoping that it’s him and then disappointment washes over me when it’s just a school notification.

Lila waited up for Levi to come pick her up, as they had made dinner plans together, but he was not showing up. She felt a bit of a tug in her chest; she was sad that he did not make it, and she called several times, hoping he would return her calls when he got it, but all of it went straight to voicemail, and he was not getting the calls. This made her disappointed, and she kept sending texts hoping he would respond and tell her that he was okay.

One, I hadn’t experienced personally, but have heard it being mentioned in books and poems. “Would you watch Keren for a few hours? I’d like to take some time outside for a quick recharge.” “Thinking about your friend, uh?” Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of how easily she saw through me. “Yes… I have a feeling he might be ignoring me. But why…?” “Maybe he is going through some personal stuff, and doesn’t want to bother you…”

The once-familiar routines that once breathed life into her days—painting, texting, and embracing the camaraderie of her friends during outings—now felt lackluster, as if their brilliance had dimmed under the weight of her emotional turmoil. Anticipation became a painful companion, as Ava yearned for calls and messages from Ethan that never arrived. The silence seemed to echo with the absence of his presence, a haunting reminder of the void that had come to replace the love they once shared. The weight of her pain bore down on her, compelling tears to flow freely, a cathartic release that mirrored the depth of her hurt.

Her absence is a void I can’t seem to fill, no matter how hard I try. I also find myself visiting the tranquil spot she once depicted in a painting she gifted me. It’s a peaceful haven, a place where I can feel connected to her even when she’s not there. I’ve spent countless hours there, hoping she might appear, but the solitude only deepens my longing.

I felt hollow in the nights, wondering if she would ever look at me the same again. I tried to reach her. Every day, I stared at my phone. Every message left unsent, every call unmade. I didn’t want to push her away further, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling as I typed “Winter, please,” only to delete it. Over and over. Days passed.