Somewhere Between Your Heart And Mine Novels & Stories

he sang close to my ears, "Something in the way you move, makes me Feel like I can't live without you . It takes me all the way. I want you to stay.." It sent tingles round my whole being and I shivered . "No, no" I said, shaking my head, like I could shake the moment away, like waking up just when I was about to fall into a deep spell. The moment was too intimate. I was not sure if that was what I wanted. What will happen after we had made mistakes for the night. Mistakes we would both regret for a whole year or more than. I was still holding him, he was looking at me. No smile, something else, something else I did not know. His eyes were narrowed in slits, his lips tightened. I felt Nostal

THERE GOES MY HEART BEATING, CAUSE YOU ARE THE REASON, I'M LOSING MY SLEEP, PLEASE COME BACK NOW, AND THERE GOES MY MIND RACING, AND YOU ARE THE REASON, THAT I'M STILL BREATHING, I'M HOPELESS NOW, I'D CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN, AND SWIM EVERY OCEAN, JUST TO BE WITH YOU, AND FIX WHAT I'VE BROKEN, OH' CAUSE I NEED YOU TO SEE THAT YOU ARE THE REASON, THERE GOES MY HAND SHAKING,

"Tell me! Is this madness or jealous? And why the hell will I be jealous!" " Because of love my dear" an old man cut-in with a grin "What! That's not possible, I can never love again. I think you must be mistaking old Man!" The old man smiled and sat next to him. " I know how you feel my dear, the heart is not that easy to control; You might have been affected by your past relationships but when the heart wants to embrace another love, you can't stop it!" No matter how you try, you will end up hurting yourself the more my child, free yourself and allow it to experience love again"

She asked, taking her eyes to the floor. "You are so pretty, it would have been such a huge load if I had missed you," I replied her "You've learnt cheesy words?" She asked, walking up to me. "Those are not cheesy words, they are words from my heart," I replied, pointing to my left chest. "From your heart? Where is it? Where is your heart?" She asked and pretended to be searching for something. "My heart is right here" I replied her. "Where? I can't find it"

screamed Hilary. “It’s not my fault I have a bad heart, Hilary, and I'm so sorry for ruining your holiday. I didn’t mean to do so.” “Of course, you can’t help being sick. You're a defective product. Your biological mother must have taken one look at your face and seen how much trouble you would bring!” sneered Hilary. Amber sobbed quietly, each statement from Hilary cut her deeply and she could no longer bear it. She grabbed what was left of the groceries and fled into the night as Hilary’s loud cackles follow her. She pauses for breath and inhales sharply as she realizes she was in unfamiliar territory. Looking around in fear, she tries to make sense of where she was. All she saw was unfami

To find my place between the past and the future, between my dreams and my reality. I’ve learned that it’s not about choosing one world over the other—it’s about embracing both, and allowing them to shape me into the person I am. And with you, I have learned to embrace that journey, to cherish the space between our hearts, and to never let go of the love that has carried us through it all.

"There is a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don't mean for now or until I've found somebody else. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or never again, there will always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you." ~ Beau Taplin. . . . . .

Just her heartbeat against mine. Just this.

He asked with a bit of annoyance. With her body pressed against his, she felt awkward especially when he asked her that question. Though his hold wasn’t tight, it was scary how the young man saw through her like a transparent glass. She made a mental note not to lie to him anymore, she would just be found out. “ I already told you the answer, I am not ready for sex, I need time to adjust,” Damian thought he was prepared for this but somehow he felt his heart acting strangely. He couldn’t say that he loved her yet, but why did it hurt him so badly when she told him the truth? The difference between love and like is indeed a narrow line.

No subtle stretch. Just his heartbeat beneath my ear. My breath against his chest. The world continuing exactly as it should. And this time, the space between moments feels like trust.