Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

Why would the Goddess pair any soul with that scumbag? I felt like I was sweating so bad that the lady next to me could notice as my mind went through all these worst-case scenarios. I know inside me there is an optimist. A person that believes this will all work out. The optimist deep inside my head says I’ll get there, and I won’t see any cops or pack members waiting for me. My pessimist side, of course, is winning and calling the optimist a dumbass.

I feel useless and powerless. “What I believe is that you deserve better than any of these. I believe that one day, I will witness your genuine smile and your sigh of relief, and you’ll finally say 'it’s over.' I’ll be proudly smiling at you and hugging you tight because you finally found your bliss; and that you overcome every bullshits you have in your life. I can't wait for that day to happen, and I'm certain it will. You've been through a lot in your life. I'm hoping that all of this nonsense would simply vanish from your path."

“I’m tired of fighting for him when he clearly doesn’t want me anymore.” There was a beat of silence. “I’m sorry about what you’re going through right now, but maybe it’s just a phase…” Harper tried to comfort me but it wasn’t working. “Both of you are perfect for each other, and I’m sure that things will get back to normal soon.” I blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. “You don’t know that.” “Yeah, I don’t, but I need you to be optimistic.” I rubbed my face tiredly. “I’ve been optimistic for a while now but nothing has changed.”

An attraction so strong that it overpowered reason. I was committed to seeing where this led to, determined to make sure it ended in a good place. Somewhere, at the back of my mind. I just felt he was the one for me. Some people might think I was being delusional.... But delusions were borne out of an optimistic mindset. And I believed in possibilities and thrived on optimism. Where others saw a glass half-empty, I saw a glass half-full. Just like I was seeing what others considered to be impossible with Greg.

"Also, wasn't Sally great? She's even willing to raise your child abroad without your help." Even as I continued, I couldn't help but laugh. "In your eyes, I was always a gold-digger who didn't deserve you. Or we would've been married ages ago." However, Sean shook his head repeatedly. "I never thought of you like that. I'll buy you anything you want! Just trust me this one time! It will be the last time!"

"Okay, okay, I know. But I'm trying not to get too...hopeful until he actually asks me. As far as I know, he doesn't actually mean it." Zachs features turned sad. "Sweetie, you need to stop thinking every guy out there is going to let you down or break your heart." "I don't..." I frowned. At least I don't think I do? I've always thought I was quite optimistic considering my past relationship and absent father. "Yes, you do," he argued gently. "You always assume something bad is going to happen. Hell, I bet you freaked out when you realised Julian had your picture."

"The First Born said we would have multiple attempts if needed. One failure does not mean total disaster." "But multiple failures might drain us too much to succeed at all," she countered. "Dusk, please," her brother Dawn said tiredly. "Can you try optimism just once? Just for today?" "I am being realistic, not pessimistic. There is a difference." "There really is not."

I was nearly faint. Could I like … invite myself up to his place? Maybe … ohh … maybe I’ll have to use the bathroom? Fuck … listen to me. Pathetic! Like I’d have a chance with him. Like I should be even remotely thinking about getting involved with him in any way. Just no no no. Very bad idea. Hope is a dangerous thing and I gave it up long ago.

I felt so sorry for him that I was moved to tears but I quickly put my emotions under control. "Please, don't be sad. I believe everything will be fine in no time," I said with a gentle tone. "How will things ever be fine considering how poor we are? I don't think it will ever be fine in my family cos there is no hope for a good future," he said with teary eyes. "Oh, come off it, George! Stop sounding like a pessimist. You have to be optimistic no matter how bad a situation is. Please, cheer up, I don't like to see men crying," I said as I tried to console him.

HUNTER I even get worried with everything so perfect in my life, call me a pessimist if you want, I know it’s not about thinking I don’t deserve a slice of the so boasted happiness. Everything is about a clearly simple statement: I’m not used to gentleness, cuddling, never, from nothing and no one.