Limerence Stories

Etrafına öyle yüksek bir duvar öreceğim ki, iznim olmadan bir gölge bile sana dokunamayacak.

"I pray that I never ruin her purity. I know it's too late. I taint everything I touch and when it comes to her I can't keep my hands off."

Synopsis: Limerence is not just a love story. It's a series of misfortunate events that lead us to becoming. It's a story about recognition. About what happens when the universe orchestrates something too precise to be coincidence, when two people meet not by accident but by design. It's about a reckoning and the rupture that follows. It's about reverence. Set against the backdrop of soft nights and silent mornings, of city lights and heartbeats in dark rooms, Limerence follows a bond that blurs the line between fate and fantasy. Their love exists in fragments, in glances, in silence, in the ache of what can't be said. It's intimate, disarming, and deeply human. But love, like seasons, shifts. And sometimes the most profound connections are the ones that leave us. They haunt us. They shape us. They teach us how to hold on and how to let go. It's also a reflection on the quiet betrayals that unfold in the name of friendship. On the violence that lingers in the rooms where someone should have already left. Sometimes the people we tether ourselves to begin to rot the very places meant to hold love. And by the time we realize it, we've already bruised the hands reaching out to save us. This is a story for anyone who's ever touched something sacred, fleeting, and real. Even if only for a moment. A song for every soft ache, illusion, and unraveling. Limerence: Reverence and Ruins - the soundtrack. Listen as you read: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/limerence-the-soundtrack/pl.u-38oWXB4uPpDdPJ4 Disclaimer: Although this story may resemble real people and events, certain details have been dramatized or altered in language to create a version of reality as poetic and beautiful as it once felt. Some locations have been changed, and names have been intentionally left out. This story was never meant for the world to fully understand. Only for two people. And only they will ever know the truth that lingers quietly in Paris.

...... Love isn't a bouquet of roses but it's a bunch of thorns for sure! ...it doesn't always end up as a conversation... sometimes you just need to close the chapter.... It's always n always what you want it to be & believe me when I say this .....IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE, YOU JUST KEEP MISSING IT KNOWLINGLY ! .... What's ur secret to life?!....

she loved her in the quietest way possible - like a secret carried through midnight drives, old songs, and unfinished conversations. twice / satzu 𓏲᠀ 𓄲₊˚✧ @isapsychowriter

That summer, I spent my days waiting for eleven o'clock to come. Because at last, the heat of the day would begin to fade. And because every night, at eleven, we'd meet.

Short chapters

Stories about my 20-something self until I become whole.

How I was abused and failed by the many systems designed to protect vulnerable adults An independent adult living with autism, who fell victim to severe psychological abuse such as gaslighting and trauma bonding, not only let down by all the systems in place designed to protect vulnerable adults but somewhat abused by them too, went on to overcome a vast number of significant life events such as, murder, suicide, mental health issues, addiction, obsessive love, narcissism, disability, homelessness , and how he has been able to call upon some of these past experiences to give back to society and help others to overcome such difficult and often very traumatic life events. Described through many different writing styles such as the 1st 2nd and 3rd person etc This book isn't to explain about autism there are many books on that subject matter available to read, what makes this book different is that it is a story told through the eyes of such an individual living with autism and having faced some significant challenges. It intends to expose, to educate, to debate, to question, and to explain from this persons unique perspective. Along with the usual chapters, whilst I am writing I will be keeping a journal of my progression, through a change in diet, self-care, sobriety and addiction.

In Beacon Hills, nothing ever happens - until three friends search for a dead body and discover that the real nightmare is still alive. Now they're caught in a supernatural hunt where they're not sure who's predator and who's prey. lim·er·ence /ˈlimərəns/ noun: limerence; plural noun: limerences the state of being infatuated with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings.

This is honestly me talking about how my past few months have been. If you relate to me just know it gets better and I know I sound like everyone else but you will have those thoughts and feelings just know they will pass. I fucking hated them so much I wished death on someone and now as much as I do think of him, I don't have a heart drop feeling on what could've been. You shouldn't either. I love you, whoever reading this, maybe it's me.

This is the story of a boy who made a romantic of a cynical poet.

Some 'Yandere x reader' ideas I might write in the future! Female reader mainly but male and gender neutral could be written

This is a poem I felt like writing on a whim. I loved the meaning of this word, Sehnsucht, not that I grasped its meaning truly or fully, lol, but I felt like writing a poem, at least for myself. It's been ages since I did something like this. All sorts of constructive criticism are appreciated :)

❝ LET'S FAKE DATE ❞ ❝ PARDON, WHAT ❞ IN WHICH Ember White and James Potter, fueled by rotten limerence, curate an elaborate game to break up the people they love in the midst of a war. 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖮𝖢 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters that are in this book! I do however own the plot, Ember White, Ophelia Raver, River O'Conner and other respected characters. 01/22/24-TBD LIMERENCE REWRITE @-wonderiand 2024

my infatuation for you in the form of melancholic poetry - est. 10/12/18 - ©cloudedyouth

The follow-up to "Homecoming: Carla's Journey". Months after finally returning home to Earth, Carla has reunited with her daughter, Celeste, and started a new life with unexpected friends and allies. Now joined by Hunter, the tenant of her old house after Carla and Celeste were abducted ten years earlier, he and his group of friends from school support the mother and daughter as frightening new threats emerge all while navigating Earth life and studies before senior year. With new breeds of alien monsters lurking in the city streets and intrusive government agents tracking their every move, this team of heroes finds itself in a desperate situation. It isn't until Carla's old alien mentor, Jindara Xerith, reappears that the tide begins to turn as she reluctantly joins the fight. But will she truly be the team's salvation or their downfall?

i told the stars about him. i told the stars about his hazel eyes, how they managed to draw me in, how they glistened against the sunlight, and how just the reminiscing of them was enough to sweep away the dark clouds above me. but he wouldn't tell the stars about me. // sabrina lawrence never expected to catch feelings for ashton irwin. but three months into the new school year, he started to creep into her thoughts, forcing her to stay awake at midnight, wondering what it would be like if he were to return her feelings. but that's all it was. wondering. none of it was true, none of it was the reality, at least not on her side. so when another figure comes into the picture, she's forced to decide if she would leave all her longing behind, or push away the only person who could possibly love her as much as she loved the hazel-eyed boy.

How the act of loving evolves beyond the infatuation phase