All That Is Mine I Carry With Me Novels & Stories

Every time, after it was all over, he would say sweet words to me, "If we're talking about resemblance, you're still the most similar to her." After that, I'd have to hide my sorrow and stay by his side, time after time. For the sake of my mission, what choice did I have other than swallowing my pain and suffering, helping him to take care of each woman he brought home? This time was no different. "She's young, so you'll need to teach her about… those matters. "Also, she's allergic to dust, so you have to clean every corner of the house. It'll break my heart if she has an allergic reaction."

The wind carried my words away, but I meant every single one. Even if it meant turning my world upside down to keep that promise.

Was writing on the banner with red ink. " What is the meaning of this karma?" I ask, gritting my teeth in anger. " My beloved flower, from the very first day I set my eyes on you, I lost my mind to you, I think of you when I'm eating, you are always by my side when I'm sleeping, even in the toilet you are always there, my love for you is like a Lion's love for meat, you are the air I breathe the sugar in my bee, no, the honey in my bee, you are my forever, I love you and will always...."

“Throughout this memorable day I have been uplifted and sustained by the knowledge that your thoughts and prayers were with me. I have been aware all the time that my peoples, spread far and wide throughout every continent and ocean in the world, were united to support me in the task to which I have now been dedicated with such solemnity. Many thousands of you came to here from all parts of the world and Empire to join in the ceremony, but I have been conscious too of the millions of others who have shared in it by means of media in their homes. All of you, near or far, have been united in one purpose. It is hard for me to find words in which to tell you of the strength which this knowledge

"A BROKEN HEART IS ALL THAT'S LEFT, I'M STILL FIXING ALL THE CRACKS, LOST A COUPLE OF PIECES WHEN, I CARRIED IT, CARRIED IT, CARRIED IT HOME, I AM AFRAID OF WHAT I AM, MY MIND FEELS LIKE A FOREIGN LAND, SILENCE RINGING INSIDE MY HEAD, PLEASE CARRY ME, CARRY ME, CARRY ME HOME. I SPENT ALL OF THE LOVE I'VE SAVED, WE WERE ALWAYS A LOSING GAME,

Finally she is mine. **********************

I am glad I don't carry valuables also. Hold up, my life is In line here! "I finally caught you."

Mine was not. “You think you know my secrets, Calla? Good. Then you’ll understand this one: when something is mine, I do not let it be taken. I do not let it be harmed. And I never let it be afraid.” I squeezed her hand once, a promise sealed in pressure.

The last thing after all the names and the history and the centuries of people who had carried what she carried. Us. In the courtyard. With the old tree. On the day everything became official. She looked at the photograph for a long moment. Then she looked up. "You said I was the best thing you had ever done," she said to me. "Yes," I said. "You also said who I am matters more than what I carry," she said. "Yes," I said. She considered this. "I think both things are true simultaneously," she said. "What I carry is part of who I am. They are not separate. They are the same thing." She paused. "I am Isla and I carry Ardenmoor and those are both true at the same time."

Looking very undecided. "Minho I still love Kristal" he informed me in a whisper as if sharing a secret known only to him "I don't know if I trust myself to stay here with her and not try to hold on to her again" His confession sent my head spinning and my heart feeling like someone had poked it with some sharp object.