Lost In The Moment And Found Novels & Stories

Soft low music plays as we make our way up the isle; Kol behind me with his parents and up to the alter we go. We reach the alter all too soon, and I find myself singing along to the soft song as I fiddle with my cuff links. "I wish I could keep you all of my life The way that I feel for you inside This is my moment This is my perfect moment with you This is my moment This is my perfect moment With you, with you.." How true are those lyrics? This is the moment; my moment; our moment. Kat, Kol and I forever. God I sound gay!

For one reckless second, I lose myself in the moment. Then the door swings open.

I've been secretly dating Liam Burnett, my brother Julian Elling's childhood friend, for five years. On my 23rd birthday, Julian suddenly tells me, "Liam rented out an entire restaurant. He's proposing to the woman he's been seeing for five years. Bring your boyfriend along. We're going to help him pull off the perfect proposal!" Liam promised me that once I turned 23, we'd finally stop hiding our relationship and he'd propose to me. So I get dressed up and head to the restaurant, convinced this is finally the night I've been waiting for. But when I arrive, Liam is already down on one knee in front of another woman, sliding a ring onto her finger. Everyone erupts in cheers and starts urg

I convinced myself that things would be fine, that things are fine. I wasn’t paying attention to any other thing due to the thoughts surging within me and next thing I know, I end up twisting ankle and falling forward. Knowing that I had already lost balance and couldn’t steady myself, I braced myself for the upcoming impact with the ground and my eyes were tightly shut ready to take the hit which never came thanks to my hands reflectively giving me much needed wedge. I could feel the skin on both my palms and a knee scraping due to the impact with the rough ground but at least I didn’t fall entirely. That would have been a lot more embarrassing, jeez.

When the hospital reported me missing, Jack had gone mad, searching through every ward and checking every surveillance camera in the area. He spent a fortune hiring private detectives, offering a huge reward to anyone who could provide information about me. And then, one night, when he was at his lowest, drunk and broken, Wendy climbed into his bed. Two months later, she told him she was pregnant. So, he had no choice but to marry her. At that moment, Wendy, who had been silent, suddenly grabbed Sophie and Ian, one in each hand.

Then, I added, "When you've truly thought it through, and you still want this, we can sit down and have a real discussion. We can talk about the future and even about what to do if something ever goes wrong where we need to dissolve the engagement." After I finished, I didn't dare to meet Ash's eyes. My heart pounded like it was trying to break out of my chest. The room fell into a heavy silence. It was so heavy that it was becoming hard to breathe. … And after that, Ash vanished from my life like he'd disappeared into thin air. He never reached out again. My heart felt hollow, like something important had been ripped away. I lay on my bed, poking at the magical doll he gave me, muttering un

"Sometimes, the best moments happen when you least expect them. Tonight was one of those moments." As they exchanged contact information, promising to continue the conversation that had started amidst the pulsating beats, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability of life. The club, initially a daunting prospect, had become the stage for a serendipitous encounter that would linger in her memories long after the music faded away.

In that moment, I knew that I had found my true soulmate, someone who could make me feel alive like no one else. The room was alive with the music of desire. Every note and every beat was a siren call, drawing us closer together. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, each motion a declaration of our deepest longings. I felt as if I was in a dream, lost in the throes of passion and swept up in a whirlwind of pleasure. It was a moment of perfection, one that made me doubt how anything could be so flawless. But then, in the blink of an eye, it was all torn apart.

--- It shatters in moments like this— --- When you finally face what you’re most afraid to lose.

"Lost is not the opposite of proud. Lost is just... lost. And lost is okay. Lost means you are looking for something. The opposite of lost is not found. The opposite of lost is settled. You do not want to be settled. You want to be searching." I sit next to him on the bench. The garden is bright. The roses are blooming. The oak tree is tall. "I miss you," I say. "I know." "Do you miss me." "Every day. But missing is not the same as being gone. I am right here. In the tree. In the roses. In the bench. In the dirt. In the air. In you." "I know." "Then stop talking to me like I am gone. Talk to me like I am here."