Romans & histoires Words That Describe Feelings You Can't Explain

he releases me. I run to my room and lock the door. I even lock the door to the bathroom. There are so many ways to say EWW: gross, nasty, dirty, disgusting, skin crawling, horrible, unpleasant, awful, vile, foul, terrible, all of those; plus more. There are no words to describe how I feel.

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN? Her tears are already flowing. The pain that she can't express. The love that she felt. The trust that she almost gives. Her heart that she let beat again. All of the expression, the emotion that she felt, is mixing up in just one word. ANGER. " ... I DO'NT KNOW WHY I CAN"T KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!! I DON'T KNOW WHY WILL I JUST CHOOSE TO WALK AWAY EVEN I KNOW YOUR REALLY INTENTION AND PERSONALITY??!! "

“We’ll find Abel.” She had finished her call and was looking at me, all smiles. I nodded and slowly rose. “I think I’m going home.” “Everything alright?” She stood with me with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t feel well” “Sick sick? Or Alexithymia sick?” I knew what she meant. If it was my Alexithymia…it meant I was experiencing emotions I couldn’t identify. An emotion neither of us knew how to fix. But I couldn’t explain what was happening.

I wrack my brain as I try to figure out how to perfectly explain everything. It was an experience I've never felt before. I felt as if words wouldn't perfectly tell what I felt. The connection and consensual bond that was shared between the three of us was astonishing. A rush of sweet passion. The hot intimacy that entangled us during that delightful endeavor. I sighed dreamily, "I don't even know how to explain it." "That good?" He whistled approvingly, "I'm almost impressed."

I whispered out, gasping. "Good?" "Amazing. Everything about you turns me on so much," I confessed in a dopey state. The unexpected rush of orgasm chemicals in my brain was making me even more lovesick. "Seriously, I feel like I'm on fire whenever you touch me." She looked surprised by my choice of words, so I quickly elaborated. "In like a good way though! It's hard to explain, but whenever you touch me, I feel flames." I attempted, but it was too difficult to describe what I was trying to say. "Never mind, I just mean I love it when you touch me, babe. It makes me super-hot."

How do I describe the way my body reacts to his voice, the way my soul feels like it’s tethered to his? “Uh...” I lick my lips, my gaze drifting to the floor. “I feel something. It’s…” Crazy. Consuming. Perfect. “It’s hard to put into words.” Her grin widens like she’s already heard everything I didn’t say out loud. “Yup,” she says, flopping back into the couch with a satisfied sigh. “That’s exactly how it starts.”

It’s stronger tonight. The admission made the air feel heavier. Azrael crossed the room in seconds. Tell me exactly what you feel. I pressed a hand against my chest. It’s not pain. My voice came out quieter than I intended. Not a bond either. It doesn’t feel like power. His jaw tightened.What then? I hesitated. Because I didn’t have words for it. How could I explain something that felt older than instinct itself? It feels like… I struggled to breathe evenly, Recognition.

Eli accepted the answer immediately and went back to whatever he was doing. I thought about telling him. Really, I did. But to what use? I didn’t even know what was going on myself. Honestly, everything felt weird. I don’t really have the words to describe my emotions. I’m not exactly pained. But I’m definitely not happy either. It’s just… Weird. That’s probably the best word for it. Weird. But let’s see how it goes.

The air in the room feels heavy, almost electric, as if every second of silence between us were the prelude to something far more intense. We look at each other, and in those few seconds, words dissolve—useless. What I feel for him, what he feels for me, is beyond anything language could contain. Desire, fear, urgency—they swirl in my chest like a storm.

I blush, feeling all over the place. “What are you talking about?” He furrows his eyebrows. “I don’t know” I sigh, knowing what’s making me feel like this. Always coming at the worst times. Well that explains the nausea and jumbled emotions all day. “Lovely”