The One I Yearn For Novels & Stories

Anywhere I can reach. I don’t want this summer to end.

It evokes this feeling inside of me. "I'm lying on the moon My dear, I'll be there soon It's a quiet and starry place Time's we're swallowed up In space, we're here a million miles away There's things I wish I knew There's no thing I'd keep from you It's a dark and shiny place But with you, my dear I'm safe, and we're a million miles away We're lying on the moon It's a perfect afternoon Your shadow follows me all day I'm making sure that I'm

He wasn't reckless. Please return my old Sky to me, God. My heart is yearning for him.

I can't get enough. I thought I longed for him badly that summer we first met and he was my mother's brand new husband. I thought that was the worse of it. Because it was taboo that could never be breached then. But now that we have crossed that line and I know what it felt like, how magical it could be between us. The yearning I feel for him now, it unravels me. It is intense. My body trembles with the power of it. "I missed you. So much." I whisper into the quiet. The closest admission I can voice without crossing all the lines.

I laugh at myself thinking how funny that an old man arguing with his grandson about anime but I didn't feel ashamed because I started to live my childhood which I never had, I always thought that God didn't exist when I was young but after experiencing life and everything that it has given me I believe even if God doesn't show himself to us, he is still watching over us all a guiding us. comment Lauren "Sigh, being alone in the hospital is pretty boring and this fucking pain in the spine is killing me" Lauren 'I wonder when will my grandson come, he said he will visit me after school is over, it's going to be another long day I guess I will sleep' As I close my eyes I was suddenly surrounde

NAILA’S POV A cold gust of wind brushed past my face, ruffling my hair as I pushed the door to the cabin open, the hinges creaking as I stepped inside. Finally. Warmth. The room smelt of wood and the lingering smell of ashes. Just what I needed for a Christmas holiday. Snow brushed against the fogged up windows, dimming the cabin as I collapsed onto a cushion, wrapping my coat tighter around my slender frame. Seven freaking hours on a plane. One whole hour of paperwork to confirm that I had rented out the cabin for Christmas. Still boiling over the fact that I lost my only job and had to start over. What I fucking needed right now was a nap and some peace ofㅡ

I had so much to say to her when I left my house but the moment I saw her my brain turned to sand. A moment later she walks out of her bathroom. She walks into the room and looks at me. “What now?” she whispers softly. She standing so far away from me. I want to go to her and hold her, kiss her, and give her all of my love but I need her to come to me. I need her to seek me out, when she does that I will know that she has accepted me. I sit still waiting. “Whatever you want,” I say softly, I touch my heart. It’s aching from need. I need her in my arms.

Of each other and of oneself: of all the things they might have to do, may want to do, are doing to one another. It's a year of longing. Every inch of the body yearns for something more. The limbs are caught in restless tremble, and soft sighs linger on desperate lovers’ lips. Like on Helen’s. In her life, she has loved many things, mostly trivia. Black coffee in the morning, smiling strangers in the park, and the sense of freedom that crashing waves on stormy shores would wash into your heart.

"Next." Another came up. And another after him. Blonde, brunette, curvy, petite, sweet-voiced, sultry. They all came and came and left. It was all the same. Nothing was different. Nothing about them was special to me. Nothing about them was Yuki. This was my fault. This chronic longing for the one thing I wanted the most and starved myself of. I was a sick man. And I had neglected the cure a long time ago.

No matter how ‘true’ the love was, one couldn't imagine being seventy years old and your partner would be looking like your grandchild. Even now, I looked older than Declan. It was fair to say Karen got her dreams. Everyone got theirs, I guessed. I didn't get married and it was looking like I would never. Honestly, I could cope with that, I could live with that. What I couldn't think of living with was staying the rest of my life alone. Spending every hour of every single day without a man by side, without anyone. The thought of being eternally unloved, unappreciated and unnoticed made me want to lose my senses at times. If I hadn't lost it already