Every Day Every Moment Novels & Stories

She thinks: this is what the time is for. All of it. Every ordinary day. Every chosen morning. This one. The sun comes up. She holds his hand. She is here.

for everything. ***

She was staying in it. She was choosing it. Every morning at the window. Every evening at the island. Every forty-three seconds. Every ordinary extraordinary day. From here.

Happiness is fleeting, but that is what makes it so valuable. “That’s tomorrow,” I remind myself. “This is today.” So I push back those thoughts of what might happen next and focus on this moment, this beautiful shining moment. Because today, after many struggles and battles, we have found love and happiness. Even if the rest of our lives are only a handful of days, I plan to live each of those days as a gift from the universe itself, starting with this moment.

Every a⁠che, e⁠v⁠e‌ry dizzy spel‍l, every moment my⁠ ha‍nd‌s tremble when I stand it’s all adding up. Th‌inking about m‌y reality h​as become part of my morn​ing ritua‍l. I le​t myself feel it for a few minutes ​the fear‍, the gr‌ief, the anger t​hen I force my‍sel⁠f to move on. When I’m​ done, I always manage to pull my‌s​elf toget‌her an‌d car‍ry on, cl‍inging to the qu‌iet promise‌ that this won’‌t be my life​ forev‌er.⁠

This is my life now and I'm loving every single moment of it. THE END.

One sunrise, one laugh, one ordinary, extraordinary day at a time. Forever.

One day at a time. Starting with tomorrow.

"I need days. Weeks. Forever." "Then make these hours count."

Tonight, I will grant myself this one perfect day, this one perfect moment with the people who matter most. Tomorrow can wait.