Your Feelings Are Valid Novels & Stories

I took her hands in mine and looked down at it. "No argument is going to push them away far enough, no fight is going to cause them to lose feelings, and no disagreement is going to make them drift away from you," I say each word staring into her eyes to relay the message to her. You are important! You are strong! You are loved! You deserve to be happy and the only one stopping that from happening is yourself!

, she giggles a bit louder as I shake my head. "No. I'm not" Her smile converts into a thoughtful look as I cup her face, pulling her slightly closer. Leaning in, I look into her gorgeous eyes. "Because it's not about me, firefly. I'm no one to tell you how you look and how you should be. I'm no one to tell you to be happy or sad about anything" She lowers her eyes for a second before looking up at me again. "It was never about me. But it took me some time to realize you never needed my validation. It's about you and how you feel about yourself. And as I said, you have the right to be sad and angry. You have the right to feel beautiful and even ugly"

he deflects flippantly. I wipe the tears from my face and take a calming breath. “Emotions are high, that’s all. I know he didn’t mean to be callous,” I defend. “Doesn’t excuse what he said or did,” he disputes, shaking his head. “But at the risk of upsetting you further, you’re wrong to say you weren’t able to save yourself or the baby.” Feeling invalidated once again, I clutch the bed sheets in my palm as I clench my fist. Why does everyone insist on telling me what my feelings are?

I asked. “It feels… good if I’m being honest.” I had caught her. “I feel heard. My feelings feel validated. I don’t feel like I'm a crazy person. I had always felt like that like I was the only one who saw what happened. But now the whole world has seen it as well,” she said. I could see tears form in her eyes. “I’m happy for you,” I said, “and I'm glad you got the chance to feel seen and heard. It’s too bad it’s not going to last for much longer.

I feel so sad all of a sudden and I know it’s all about this heat season fucking with my mind, but these emotions feel too real. “ You are saying I am not…Loveable? Am I so bad? ”

I yelled at him angrily. "This is what it feels like losing someone. I trusted you fully, loved you completely with my soul, my body, my time, and my everything and all I got was a piece of you. A piece that can never complete me, a piece that was just a mirror of what I thought you were or was, " I told him as tears poured from my eyes... "Tell me why you couldn't trust me? Tell me why you lose faith in me? Give me the reasons why you didn't believe in me when you should be the one that should have got my back that day." I cried out, shaking his body vigorously, while he sniffed in.

“Like it means something. You don’t remember anything, so don’t stand there and act like you do.” “I’m not acting,” he says, his gaze steady on me, searching, pulling at something I don’t want him to find. “I’m telling you how it feels.” My stomach twists, uneasy and tight, like something is about to go very wrong. “That doesn’t make it real,” I reply quickly, even though my voice isn’t as strong as I want it to be. “It feels real,” he says, quieter now. My fingers curl into my palm, nails pressing into my skin, grounding me just enough to stay upright. “Feelings don’t mean anything,” I say, but it sounds weak, even to me.

It was pathetic to cry like this around people, I felt like I was showing my vulnerability too much but since it was Jaxon, a friend of mine, I was trying to trust him with my pain. "Your feelings are valid, Aliyah." That was the only thing he told me but I felt like by doing so, he ease a lighter part of what I was feeling. Perhaps, because I could not see my mate mourning, I felt like I was too slow in the process of accepting, but hearing that it was valid made me feel alleviated. Instead of indulging in that topic and keeping the heavy air, I asked him something else. "What about you live here, Jaxon? For sure the Jewel Pack will welcome you."

She breathed a tiny laugh and buried her face in my neck. “I’m sorry I was being sad for no reason,” she whispered. I frowned at her “don’t say that all of your feelings are valid and you should never be sorry for having feelings” “I’m still sorry for making you worry” she insisted This girl was too sweet for this world “There’s nothing to be sorry about,” I murmured, rubbing her back. “I just want you to know that whatever you may be feeling, I will always be here for you. Forever.” After a long, quiet moment, she sat up and wiped her eyes again. “Can we go for a run?”