A Perfect Day To Be Alone Novels & Stories

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

Levi panicked and exclaimed, "You're too weak. Please don't get up! If you don't want to see me, I'll leave!" He backed away anxiously, so different from his usual cold, decisive demeanor. I gave him a small smile and said, "Goodbye, Levi. I don't want to see you again." The police arrived quickly and ordered Levi to return Mom's ashes. After giving her a proper burial, I could finally let out a deep sigh. Kneeling before her grave, I struggled to find the words. "Mom, don't worry. I'll be fine from now on. No one can hurt me anymore. I don't love Levi, and he won't control me ever again."

"None of that has anything to do with me anymore. I'm only interested in sunshine, beaches, and my clients now." On New Year's Eve, I stood on the sand in Malibu. The beach was soft beneath my feet, the sky alight with fireworks. In the distance, I could hear people cheering. "Happy New Year, Los Angeles!" I closed my eyes and made my first wish that had nothing to do with Enzo. Let me live in the sunshine forever. A gentle sea breeze caressed my face like a tender embrace. I opened my eyes and looked toward the distant horizon. There were no New York skyscrapers, no sinful neon lights. Only the endless ocean and hope.

I sat between them, warm and full and quietly aware of how rare this kind of peace was. For years, I had thought a complete life had to look a certain way: a wedding, a shared home, a future built around the person I loved. I still wanted love someday. I was not ashamed of that. But I no longer wanted a love that required me to abandon myself to keep it. Near midnight, we stood by the window with our glasses raised. Fireworks bloomed somewhere beyond the rooftops, bright against the winter sky. My mother leaned her shoulder against mine. My father lifted his glass.

He must have given them to Anna as a gesture, and she used them as her profile photo. Nausea rolled through me as I read Anna's next text message. [Mr. West, I'm so touched that you're taking me to Bali for a little getaway. Do you want me to wear the Officer Bunny outfit? Maybe it'll look even better on a mom-to-be.] I nearly vomited in disgust. I expressionlessly locked the phone and set it down. Ethan seemed to realize he had left his phone outside and emerged hastily to grab it. Holding it tightly, he shot me a sharp glare.

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be

“You are perfect.” *~ The End ~*

Day one was over. And somehow, against all odds, it was perfect.

Some work has to be done alone. Even when—especially when—it's terrifying. I text him at the end of the day: "I'm proud of you for giving me space today. I know that was hard." His response: "Hardest thing I've done all week. But you were right. I need to learn to be alone with myself. Even when it's uncomfortable." "We both do." "Yeah. We both do." And somehow, that shared acknowledgment makes the loneliness a little more bearable. Not easy. Not comfortable.

…Jenna POV… This is the first morning in a very long time that I wake up alone. The view from up here is absolutely amazing; it is kind of sad that I cannot share it with someone by my side. This is also the most alone I have been in a very long time too. There is a big part of me that just wants to phone him, but I know that I should be strong and not give in so easily to him. If things are meant to be, then they will be.