Always Been You 소설 & 이야기

“You are in good mood and happiness is not just a salary new. Come compete with self, build self good into a better you. Your needs being met, you need nothing like food to sharpen the mind is your thoughts about you. Think of you, plan of you. You be you, first you be you, not the other one in any group. You be you, grow as you, not as someone other than you. You be you, you be always you.” “Childhood teaches you way to happiness too. You do not hate self to be great again. You love self and carry self safe. May safe be you, be you, be you remain as you, always as you. On the floor of life, you be you, you be always you. Not even be He whom you love or adore too. You be on the build of you,

There was something intense there, a sincerity that made her feel both exposed and understood. “I’m not saying this to complicate things,” Damien continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know you’re going through a lot, and I’d never want to add to that. I just want you to know that…whatever happens, I’m here for you. And not just today or tomorrow. For as long as you need me.”

his young voice had been so steady, "When I take back my name, I'm building you an estate on the highest peak of Sicily. You won't have to hold a gun or take a life ever again. You'll just paint under the sun." Back then, we genuinely believed that being "accomplices" meant eternal salvation. For that promise, I turned myself into his human shield. I hunted in the deepest nights, erasing every name that threatened him. I remembered the story behind every single scar on his back because I was the one who stitched them shut without anesthesia. We exchanged a kiss that tasted of blood on that abandoned lighthouse. No crests, no contracts, just our lives handed to each other. Back then, the ligh

When I, Caleb Davis, got back from a business trip, I found that I could no longer open my bedroom door. Dad poked his head out of the kitchen. "Stop knocking. Michael Zeller and his family are staying there." I froze momentarily. "Then where am I supposed to sleep?" "Just make do with the couch for a couple of nights." He said it so casually, as if the couch had always been my place. When I pushed open the living room door, I found all my books, clothes, and photo albums packed into cardboard boxes and stacked in the corner of the balcony. Michael came out of my bedroom wearing the pajamas I had bought for myself just last year. He smiled and praised my parents for being such gracio