A Perfect Day To Be Alone Novels & Stories

My breath catches Because this time he is not promising perfection He is promising effort He is promising honesty He is promising us I step closer and rest my hand on his chest His heartbeat jumps Mine follows “You don’t have to be perfect” I whisper “You just have to stay You just have to choose us every day And I will choose you too” His throat moves hard His hands reach for mine slowly like he’s asking without words I let him hold me Because this time it feels right This time it feels earned This time it feels ours A soft ringing echoes from outside the hallway “They’re calling us” he says with a small smile “We should go down”

I turned away, wiped my tears, and quietly left the room. There was only one day left before I left this world. I did not know where to go. I unlocked my phone. The background had not changed. It was a photo of the three of us at an amusement park. That day, the sun had been shining. I stood in the middle, holding hands with my daughter and David. We were all smiling like we truly had known happiness. I drove to that very amusement park, the place from the photo. The carousel was still there, spinning round as if nothing had changed.

With Ava … 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 want 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.

' 'There's something that ties me here and makes me postpone that decision,' I specified. 'Your goal, and correct me if I'm wrong, is to return home in the best possible condition.' 'That's right, not to be noticed. But I will always have that void in my heart. My relationships have failed.' 'Why do you think that way? I guess you know you can't look for love. It just comes to you. You have to stop idealizing it, and think better of the fact that we can have an imperfect relationship.' 'I get it, now you're going to tell me all that stuff about learning to be alone, right? Well, I've been alone for six months, it's like I've always been like this. I live in a fucking tent.'

The city is pretty silent for now as all the noisy beasts, or the machines in modern language, are resting. The god of the underworld must be done with his work since he is adjusting himself in between the fine silk sheets, covering the imported mattress over the luxurious bed. The same goes with Man-Hae, as she is also done with her breakfast and is now having a nice rest in the soothing warmth of the rising sun with more chirruping of birds, which is though, nothing more than a lullaby to them for now. The natural sound is having no interruption of foreign man-made visitors as the mansion is situated at a very silent land apart from the countryside, amidst the green beauty of nature. But a

I became nervous that things were rushing out of control. "What do you mean?" "There is nothing better about that place. It is just better than being completely alone. It is better than just cutting myself out of the world entirely. But it isn't better. You don't understand that I can't get a date. Or that I could get a date, but that it wouldn't go beyond that. It is my destiny to be alone. This is just something I do to numb the pain. It isn't better," she said. I was shocked. I hadn't expected this at all. She sounded like...me. "You don't feel some sort of connection to the people there? Something that gives you hope?"

Never Again 🌷 “He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love is hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is pe

Annie It was as if the world around us had disappeared. Peter and I were having one of those perfect days, where everything seemed possible, where there were no worries, just fun. 2000s pop music played softly through the store's speakers, and it felt like the soundtrack to our story was starting to write itself.

Since it was evening time, the sky was appearing to meet the earth. He continued "Staying alone sometimes is okay. But always preferring to be alone is not. The sky and earth are always indifferent and alone. But there comes a moment when they meet each other. Horizon! Beautiful right? A person should have something in their life which they can look forward to, which will excite them."

Ethan stood at the center of it all. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. But as the one who understood the truth no one wanted to accept— A perfect world doesn’t exist. But a world that can survive its imperfections… That’s something worth building. And now— It had begun.