Better Man Written By Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

"Shame to waste such a thoughtful gift. My groom and I already have our rings. We're good." With everyone watching, I chucked the sapphire ring straight into the champagne tower. Ignoring the murmurs, I took a ring from the ring bearer and slid it onto my new groom's finger. Emmett Everhart—best man turned husband—was just as good-looking as Malcolm, maybe better. Broader, too. We hadn't talked much before, but something about him felt weirdly familiar. He raised an eyebrow, then quietly slid a ring onto my finger. The room exploded with gasps.

Enough that the Soledad, Mendoza, and Estacio's family caught the eyes of the hungry gossipers but nothing will always be hidden. His story, adorned with unexpected twists and turns, reflects the inherent capacity of the human spirit to find solace and happiness in the most unforeseen of circumstances. His journey, marked by resilience and perseverance, serves as a testament to the triumph of the human spirit and the unwavering pursuit of a life imbued with purpose and fulfillment. "Babe, you should have told me you are coming." Mike whispered to see his beloved in front of him. "I'm sorry! I want to surprise you and of course, I miss you." She replied with her majestic captivating smile.

As a famous musician, he sees me as me, and that is something I have been looking for for a while now. My friends say I am crazy to drop the holidays. I had planned to go meet Josh; I was going to spend two months in Hawaii. I was gonna spend my time surfing and reading, relaxing and trying to make some music. I have been trying to finish a song since last year, and I thought that it would be perfect. But then Josh walked into my life. I was only looking for some fun, but I think he might be a little more than that.

They were two equals who had survived the collision, mastered the game, and chosen to anchor their souls to one another. ​"I know it doesn't need to be perfect," Adrian whispered, his voice dropping to that low, authoritative register that used to command boardrooms, but now belonged entirely to Kai. "You broke my locks so I could finally understand that. I’m not looking for perfection anymore, Kai. I’m looking at you."

"Why don't you give it a try?" Subject Three had shared that same naive hope—that looking good might mend things. But instead of appreciation, Damion sneered, "What's with all this dressing up? Trying to attract another man, are you? Our son needs money for everything, and you're out here wasting it on new dresses? Stupid fool!" See, when a man doesn't love you, everything becomes a crime. Dress up? It's wrong. Don't dress up? Still wrong. The truth is, he simply doesn't care.

My voice was surprisingly low, and I hated it. "Yeah. We are in the same department." I caught a glimpse of the girl at the party, and she wasn't in any way prettier than I was. Why her? "It's fine. No problem. Are you sleeping over?" I desperately wanted him to say yes, because I longed for his company. We didn't really spend much time today, and we weren't even in the same department. He majored in Business Management, while I majored in Arts and Design. "I'm not sure, bestie. Winnie is still at the party. I want to go pick her up. My coming back is under probability, but if I can, I will."

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

I wouldn't let anything ruin my day today. Brushing my teeth, I spit out into the sink, then proceed to rinse my mouth with the mouth wash which was on the sink, spitting it out. Hopping into the shower, I wash my body singing loudly along to the lyrics as Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes plays. "Cause I know I can treat you better Than he can. And any girl like you deserves a… Gentleman So tell me why are we wasting time in all your wasted crying when you should be with me instead.

"🎶He never cared he thought so much about the minute hand, 🎶Until he started praying for a second chance, If he could only do it all again, 🎶He had trade the long nights that he spent behind his desk." They were all singing the song along loudly, shaking their head alongside it, laughing and smiling as they ride back home. "🎶One day when it's all said and done, 🎶You only get one shot at this 🎶I hope you see that it was enough, 🎶This one ride, one try, one life to love."

So the relief is real, even if it sits right next to something that I am not going to examine at three in the morning. Taylor Swift has been in my ears for four days straight. Not because I sat down and curated a heartbreak playlist with intention and self-awareness, but because I put a playlist on shuffle and somehow every single song it lands on is about a man who turned out to be exactly what your instincts told you he was from the beginning and you ignored them anyway. ‘The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived’ has been on repeat for the last two hours and I’m not going to pretend I don’t know why.