Why Is My Girlfriend So Emotional Novels & Stories

"Why can I still remember exactly how your hand felt in mine? How you kissed me that first time on the porch? How you looked at me like I was the only person in the world who mattered?" “And why do I still remember the hurt?” "Because you did matter. You still matters." “And I am sorry for the hurt.” "It shouldn't. We shouldn't." Emma set down her laptop. Pressed her hands to her face. "I have a girlfriend. A good person who doesn't make me crazy. Who doesn't make me want to throw things or cry or feel like I'm eighteen again and my whole world is ending." "Do you love her?" "That's not your business."

“Friends with benefits is as far as I ever go. So to actually give a damn at all is weird for me.” So she gave a damn about him. It wasn’t huge emotion, but it was a start. Question was . . . where was it leading? He had no clue. “Any reason you don’t get emotional?” He knew from experience that emotion made the sex richer. It was one reason he always tried to feel something for his partners.

"You clearly are out of your mind. What are you on? Some hallucinogen? In case you've forgotten, he's my boyfriend. We're happy. We're fine." "Yeah, well." He shrugs. "Soft boys don't last long with girls like you." My mouth falls open. This will be the fourth time it's falling open all because of Noah fucking Hawkins. "Girls like me?" I repeat, when I don't know what else to say. "Yes. Emotional. Dramatic. Easily overwhelmed." My hands clench into fists and my nails dig into my palms. "God, you are the worst human being alive." "No, that's dramatic. But keep trying."

Scarlet lashes at her, immediately she pulls out of the hug. “ I’m sorry.” It’s all she says, but it’s so emotional as if she want to cry. Wondering if this is how girls relationship are. Are they always emotional to each other like this? Unlike guys, our emotions are frozen, not like we don’t have hearts but we don’t easily form tears in our eyes like ladies do. “ Are you okay?” Scarlet brow knitted, she turns her around to see if she is in perfect shape as if she didn’t trust the tone of her voice.

She said. "Fine. "I guess I have to go to my own office as well." "My girlfriend doesn't want to spend time with me; what should I do?" He rose from the couch and stormed upstairs. "Hey Jas, are you on your period?" I thought we were fine a while ago, and we were having a conversation. "Why are you angry with me?" She yelled from downstairs and rushed behind him.

Emily huffed, "What do you expect me to say? That you can't go?" Murray watched her petulant demeanor, playfully biting her nose. "Jealous?" Emily, fiddling with his collar, retorted, "Isn't it normal for a girlfriend to feel jealous when her boyfriend meets his ex?" The term "girlfriend," fresh and sweet to Murray's ears, especially from Emily, amused him. He wrapped his arms around her, smiling, "I don't have an ex-girlfriend, so what's there to be jealous about?" Emily pondered for a moment and realized he was right. This thought instantly eased her mind. She blinked, asking, "What does she want with you?"

Someone introduces me to Ivy Bennett, my secret girlfriend of five years, at a college reunion. "Hey, Dr. Bennett, Eli is a researcher in your department, too. Why don't you two give it a try?" I walk toward Ivy, hoping to take this opportunity to finally make our relationship public. But Ivy takes a step back and points toward her childhood sweetheart, Matthew Reed, who has just returned from abroad. "That's alright. I already have someone I like." To avoid suspicion, Ivy adopts a distant, detached expression and says, "If you have marriage in mind, there's someone I can introduce you to. I think you'd make a good match." I look at the ten feet of distance she keeps between us and la

“You don't have to say anything. Today I just wanted to let you know how I feel. I'm so glad I have you, Gavin.” This time, I don't shut him up with my index finger. I use my lips. When Gavin asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes, I thought that was the best kiss we ever had, but clearly, I was wrong. This time our kiss feels deep. Not just physically but emotionally. We hold each other so tight like we would never let go, and when Gavin sinks into me I can feel the emotions all over the place, like I've never felt before. The way he looks at me as he slowly slides in and out, I can tell it's not only about lust. It's deeper than that.

I said, my heart swelling with gratitude and love. In that moment, I realized something profound. Emma wasn’t just my girlfriend; she was my partner, my fighter, my anchor. Together, we could face anything life threw at us. No matter how dark or difficult things got, we would stand side by side, ready to take on the world.

I laugh at his stupidity. “She's not my girlfriend, she has never been my girlfriend. We hooked up a few times when we first met but she's not my girlfriend. I love her because who couldn't love her? She's amazing but she can't give her heart to any other man. She can't love anyone else except you even when she hates you she loves you!” I yelled loudly if that would help him imprint the fact into his brain, a very dull brain he has.