Words That Describe Feelings You Can't Explain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ben imitated them, his smiles large enough that they reached its eyes. All sorrows are sorrow, no matter the cause, it's the same sadness, and though it has degrees and levels, all still circles around the word pain. But joy, and happiness, are emotions that can't be bound to one word, it sometimes is above the world, out of the world, or simply unexplainable. Sometimes it comes with what we call mere satisfaction. It's I the unnamed.

Hunter Storm I don't know what I feel; joy or fear. I confessed my true feelings for her in plain simple words with no metaphors and the expression I gauged out of her was unpredictable. She doesn't hate me but she doesn't love me either and that's the most shitty feeling in the world when you don't have the slightest idea of what goes inside your lover's heart.

They go through mood swings, they must sacrifice their sleep, they must not be able to sleep comfortably, they might feel soreness in legs and back, but everything worth this moment. I'm so happy, nope that would be a understatement. I would never find a perfect word to give out my emotions. What I'm feeling cannot be put into words, nor has there get been any part of speech or figure of speech invented to describe it. God! I wish I could tell Athena that I lo-like her! Love? Liam you are moving too fast. You like her, but love? I never thought about it until now. I think I'm confused and I'm not ready for this love thing.

But melancholic in another sense. I can't find the right words to explain it. One thing's for sure, that gaze gives me an indistinct shiver. No longer because of the cold, but because of another feeling that I don't even know what to call it.

He would always make actions but never words. I felt like I was floating in an extremely spacious place. Words could never explain how much I felt. My body responded abnormally to those words. My heart was pounding like a crazy animal, my lungs probably not accepting enough air, making me feel out of oxygen, and my knees almost gave out from just those words. No one knew how much I longed for this, how much I wanted to hear it from him. No one knew how much those words meant to me. He loves me... my mate loves me.

I let out a shaky laugh. Nothing about it sounds funny. “I don’t understand what’s happening.” Silence. Neither of them interrupts. Neither of them tries to defend themselves. Which means I don’t stop. Because now the words are coming too fast. “Do you have any idea what this feels like?” My voice rises. Not because I’m angry. Because I’m overwhelmed. Because I feel like nobody is understanding the part that matters. “This doesn’t happen to me.” I look between them. Actually look at them.

They are in denial if they think otherwise, or perhaps in their mental weakness, they cannot accept other people or even themselves for what they are. My hands grasped my hair pulling them down, nausea swirled unrestrainedly in my empty stomach. My head swam with half-formed regrets. My heartfelt as if my blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. My melancholy mood hung over me like a black cloud, raining my personal sorrow down on me as I cried and cried until I hear someone opening the big door at the corner, with tears strained face I raised my head to see a shadow walking towards me.

And, finally, I am done with it. " Only this much ?" he grinned. " Is this only this much for you? You know what people remember till their last breath ?" I asked him. " Love," he replied. I shook my forefingers in the air," No, it's not. Feelings. It's feelings that hold you with it for a long time. Like when you feel something, those feelings may be indescribable because in your heart the words are always short for their descriptions. You will have them here ( pressing hands against the heart) or here ( on mind). I wanna gift her this," I explained.

There was a mix of sadness and anger, but it couldn't be expressed in words. ***

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