In God's Will
- LETTURE 11
- Voti 0
- Parti 2
Tagigw
Do you believe that one moment can change everything?
I used to think love meant certainty and perfection, but life taught me otherwise. I spent years questioning my worth, hiding behind silence and control-until he came back, not with promises, but with honesty.
It wasn't perfect. It wasn't easy.
This isn't a fairytale.
But maybe love doesn't have to be perfect.
Maybe it just has to be real.
Disclaimer: This is just an author's imagination, not real life scenarios and people.
Tutti i diritti riservati
Entra a far parte della più grande comunità di narrativa al mondoFatti consigliare le migliori storie da leggere, salva le tue preferite nella tua Biblioteca, commenta e vota per essere ancora più parte della comunità.
Potrebbe anche piacerti
I do
Angel Adams is my name, and having a carefree life is my goal. After graduating from college, I spent the rest of my life jumping from job to job. Making do with living in New York City, from paycheck to paycheck. I don't mind. Money is fake and we live on a floating rock anyways. For the past five years, nothing really stuck with me. The universe changes every millisecond and I go with the flow. Never been in a long-lasting relationship because I get bored. I almost did not graduate college in time because I wanted to do everything and nothing at once. All I want is to move to an island, relax and not work because I don't dream of labor. My parents hate my mentality, they love to call me lazy while my therapist says I am suppressing. I call it going with the flow and having fun. Who would've guessed that the only job that had my interest for the past year and a half, would lead to me marrying a millionaire? The universe works in weird ways but who am I to question, I just go with the flow. ---- Sequel to "Do you love me?" This can be read as a stand-alone but "Do you love me?" is a short story and it sorts of sets the plot. --- *The cover doesn't depict her, you imagine her as dark/light as you want.(she is black tho)Completa
Prism.
Have you ever felt that feeling when you're so sure about something and when the truth comes, when you're wrong about it, you feel like you've been deceived by yourself? And when it is so bad, you feel like you can't trust yourself anymore? That's exactly how I used to feel. I looked at Danny, and he was everything. He's mine, but I can never be his. After believing that, Love is just a second thought. My first thought will always be Danny. The person who everyone adores, the person who everyone loves, the person who's loved by me. I can never be loved by you. After believing that, I started hating myself for loving you. Will you love me one day?Completa
I hate you so much cause I luv you more than anything.
Have you ever loved someone so much that it scares you? Like... have you ever wanted to just drop everything you love and everyone you love, simply because the love he gives you feels more than enough? It's crazy, because I've never felt this way before - not even close. Sometimes it's so sweet it's almost unreal, like he's this calm in my chest I didn't know I was missing. But then there are moments, those tiny things he does that cut deeper than they should... and it's like my heart cracks in slow motion. I tell myself I'm done, that I'm walking away for good, that I deserve peace - and I do. But then there's this pull. This invisible force wrapping around us, tugging me back into him, like the universe is whispering that letting go isn't part of our story yet. And I hate it, and I love it, and I don't know what that says about me. All I know is that somehow, in all the chaos and confusion, he still feels like home.
when you need me most
When you need me most, that's when I walk away. I've spent years with him-giving, pretending, sacrificing-but I've never really felt the way I thought I would. And still, I've never fully walked away. Each day feels heavier than the last, a quiet ache gnawing at me, reminding me that the person I'm losing isn't him... it's myself. People see us together and think it's enough. They see the smiles, the routines, the quiet mornings, the coffee he always makes, and they assume our love is perfect. They do not know the nights I lie awake, questioning if staying is worth the cost, or if leaving will destroy everything I've built inside myself. They do not know the small, invisible ways I've been disappearing-slowly, quietly, while he keeps holding on, unaware of how fragile I feel. It isn't that I don't care for him. He's kind, patient, and loving in ways that make me ache. But sometimes love isn't enough when it takes more than you can give-and when the person you're with doesn't meet you where you need them most. Between guilt, obligation, and the pull of familiarity, I've lost sight of myself, and I can't tell if I'm holding on to him... or just holding myself back. And now, when life throws new challenges his way, I have to face a question I've avoided for far too long: do I continue to sacrifice myself for a love that demands everything and gives only uncertainty? Or do I finally choose me-even if it means letting go?
In Shadows of Night
I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.Completa
Bittersweet Chaos
Perfect. Peaceful. That's how I would describe my life. So moving to a different state to be with my boyfriend while I finish my degree makes sense. Only, until it doesn't. My life is going great. I'm settling into my new home, establishing a routine with my boyfriend. Until I meet him. He's my professor. He's a complete asshole. For a while, I can't stand him. But then something changes. Soon I find myself looking forward to his class. I find myself questioning am I really happy or am I just used to this routine? This reliability? I find myself thinking about him when I shouldn't. I start feeling alive. They says there's a calm before the storm, well... I call it chaos. Because no one could prepare me for what I would find.Completa
Angel Adams is my name, and having a carefree life is my goal. After graduating from college, I spent the rest of my life jumping from job to job. Making do with living in New York City, from paycheck to paycheck. I don't mind. Money is fake and we live on a floating rock anyways. For the past five years, nothing really stuck with me. The universe changes every millisecond and I go with the flow. Never been in a long-lasting relationship because I get bored. I almost did not graduate college in time because I wanted to do everything and nothing at once. All I want is to move to an island, relax and not work because I don't dream of labor. My parents hate my mentality, they love to call me lazy while my therapist says I am suppressing. I call it going with the flow and having fun. Who would've guessed that the only job that had my interest for the past year and a half, would lead to me marrying a millionaire? The universe works in weird ways but who am I to question, I just go with the flow. ---- Sequel to "Do you love me?" This can be read as a stand-alone but "Do you love me?" is a short story and it sorts of sets the plot. --- *The cover doesn't depict her, you imagine her as dark/light as you want.(she is black tho)
Più dettagliLinee guida sui contenuti