How To Make A Scene More Heartfelt

I’ve written another post about love/romantic scenes sort of similar to this one, called Kiss Scenes 101: How To Write The Perfect Kiss. If that would be useful to you, I definitely recommend you check it out.

♡ Vocabulary ♡

Use appropriate vocabulary in context of the scene. Try not to use words that would hit your reader like a truck in the middle of what is supposed to be a sappy, heartfelt scene. It will bring your reader’s moment to a screeching halt, and ruin the whole vibe.

♡ Inner Monologue ♡

Don’t gloss over what your character(s) is thinking and what is rushing through their heads in the heartfelt moments of your story. If the voice in their head is flipping out and thinking of all of the ways they could ruin their first kiss but they don’t have time to complete a thought and all of a sudden everything is happening and their thought process is interrupted by the love interest’s lips meeting theirs, illustrate that for your reader. Most of the time, the unspoken reactions to what’s going on is the best part of the actual scene.

♡ Dialogue ♡

Please, please, please don’t forget that in a heartfelt scene, it’s not just staring at each other and thinking loud enough for the reader to hear. There is actual communication going on, even if only non-verbal, and it’s important to include dialogue. This also touches on the previously mentioned vocabulary point: please keep a bit of believability in the actions of the characters. Chances are, a high school boy wouldn’t part from a kiss and seriously say “you’re the wind beneath my wings, darling”. That will make your reader laugh, and in some cases that’s a good thing, but when you’re trying to tug the heart strings, leave the cheesy, face-palm worthy moments out of it.

♡ Connections ♡

A really good thing to include in heartfelt scenes is connections to other bits of the story, like the very beginning of the story when the main character was clumsy and had a silly little crush that has turned into something so big that the character is now reflecting on in a serious turning point of their relationship. Or maybe the main character is crying over a break up and is walking around their once shared home, the memories that the reader has already read and experienced are replaying at hyper speed, making the character break down before the reader’s eyes. Connections can make the scene bitter, sweet, or both at the same time.

♡ References ♡

Kind of like making connections, references to certain details of the story can make the reader feel faux nostalgia, and can make the scene even more amazing. Maybe the love interest quotes something the main character said when they first met, or something drifts through the main character’s head that brings the reader back to a previous heartfelt scene that was meant to stick with them. 

♡ Reader’s Ability To Relate To The Situation ♡

Ok, so this is the big one. One of the biggest parts of reading scenes like this is being able to read the emotion, recognize it, and feel it personally. This kind of relates to that stereotype that girls read crappy romance novels after a breakup and cry about their lost relationship (been there, honestly). Well, there’s a catharsis that comes with this, and in order to make a scene really hit the reader, you need to take advantage of the opportunity to magnify the strong emotions. To do this, make the details relatively vague or relatable to the majority of people. Regular things that a person would think or do in that situation that a person can read and use to put their self in the role of the main character. It’s important to pay close attention to the little details when it comes to making a scene relatable, because it can make or break the scene altogether.

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The Thing About Being a CNA

Let’s get the most common one out of the way: We change diapers.

We also brush their teeth, bathe them, feed them, help them change clothes, etc. We assist them with just about anything they request (be it safe for them and within legal/monetary/moral limits).

Sometimes they hit us. Why? Usually they have some form of dementia. They do not understand what is happening and they freak out. Or other times they can be alert and oriented but they are angry that they are “a fucking vegetable now”. So they lash out. (I like to believe that they usually feel bad about this afterwards– regardless of mental state.)

Other times, they say thank you.

After a while of having you as an aide they build a relationship with you and form trust. After all, you see them naked on a daily basis and you are literally the hand that feeds them. They start to tell you their life stories (if they remember them). You meet family members as time goes on and they make their daily, weekly, monthly, yearly visits.

A resident starts to love you. You hold their hand when they are scared and hug them when they cry. They make a place in your heart. They become unofficial family members.

That’s the thing about being a CNA. It’s hard work. Nothing is glamorous. You are underpaid and overworked. But you aren’t a CNA for the wages. You are a CNA because of those relationships that you crave so much. You have so much love in your heart that you have to spread it around.

CNA to CNA: We are tough outside but soft on the inside.

I know my heart can speak.
I know my heart has its own voice.
But it seems I don’t have the ears to hear it.
And I always misunderstand the noise outside to be the voice of my heart.

The Unheard Voice Of My Heart.

Uzumaki Kurama from “Reverse by Blackkatmagic” @blackkatmagic , please enjoy. Also I’m sorry for the quality of the picture, this is the second attempt and it’s still blurry. Thank you for writing “Reverse”, it’s lovely and filled with just the right amount of bittersweet romance. I’ve loved every moment I’ve spent reading it, so thank you.


Phora - Sinner Pt. 2 (2017)

feelin’ this shit heavy…

Open up hearts of people,
And you’ll find active volcanos, 
Waiting to erupt with heated emotions inside.
Everyone is going through,
Periods of excruciating stress and pain,
And what they need is the soothing rain to put off the fire.
Words can do that magic,
By using them to heal the bruised heart,
Bringing some peace to the war going on inside.

Words that bring peace to the heart.

Please speak softly, for they will hear us
And they’ll find out why we don’t trust them
Speak up dear, ‘cause I cannot hear you
I need to know why we don’t trust them

Explain to me this conspiracy against me
And tell me how I’ve lost my power

Where can I turn? 'Cause I need something more
Surrounded by uncertainty, I’m so unsure
Tell me why I feel so alone 
'Cause I need to know to whom do I owe

Explain to me this conspiracy against me
And tell me how I’ve lost my power

I thought that we’d make it
Because you said that we’d make it through
And when all security fails
Will you be there to help me through?

Explain to me this conspiracy against me
And tell me how I’ve lost my power

How I’ve lost my power?

“What’s up?”  Craig asked as he came into your room.  The music from the party drifted in with him before being muffled once again when he shut the door behind himself.  “Why don’t you come join the party?”

Pausing your Netflix show you half closed the screen to your laptop and sighed up at Craig.  “Not a big partier.”

“Why not?”  He flopped onto the bed beside you and pulled a pillow up against his chest.

“Cause.”  You started, sighing softly.  “I don’t look like the other girls parading around in bikini’s downstairs.  They all look like supermodels.”  Your glare focused in on your stomach before you crossed your arms over it.

Craig’s forehead creased as he frowned at you, shifting enough to sit up straight.  “You’re shitting me.  That’s why you never come down to the parties?”  His words only made you more self conscious, though he was trying to do the opposite.  “Y/N no one gives a shit if you look like those girls or not.  You shouldn’t compare yourself to them.”  Rolling off of your bed he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the end of the bed as well.  “Now we’re going down to that party.  Come on.”

With some resistance you let Craig pull you up out of bed.  Anxiously you shuffled after him, out of your bedroom and right into the center of the party.