Mi Pasado Y Mi Presente Novels & Stories

Bright and warm and full of promise. "Yeah?" "Yeah." He reaches out. Squeezes my hand. "Thank you." Let the past meet the present. I'm ready.

She took a blank sheet of parchment, the kind that felt timeless, and wrote with slow, certain strokes. Dear Pedro, I don’t know if this will reach you. But I want you to know… I loved you. Deeply. Fully. You showed me a kind of devotion I never thought I’d deserve. But I belong here now. With someone who has carried my burden through every broken timeline, every fear, every fall. I know you would want that for me. I still wear your pendant. And I always will. You are part of me. And I hope, someday, someone loves you the way you loved me. Fiercely. Selflessly.

She was and is my world. My end all be all. My sun. My moon. My stars. My agapitós. My beloved. I have never had enough time with her. But is there anything as enough time with the one that your soul is bound to till the end of time? Every century I find her and then I lose her. It's different every time. Train accident, childbirth, animal attack, war, famine, etc. I see it happen every time. Another piece of myself ripped from myself as she dies.

The cake he'd surprised me with in the morning before we left to work had brought tears to my eyes and the surprise he was planning for later was uncalled for, really. Kayden had given me a second chance of making everything right and I was not going to screw it up. I was still trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and piece them back together, five years later. I may have fallen to the ground but I trusted myself to get up too. "... Isla?" An irritated voice snapped me from my reverie and I turned around to meet Maeve's signature frown. She raked her manicured fingers in her hair which was too blonde to be true and stepped closer, her expensive perfume suffocating me.

“Sweet, you have all the time to know me. What matters is knowing my present and not my past.” “A lot of things I did in the past, I no longer do now. Some things I liked in the past, I don’t love now.” “My favorite food then, isn’t my favorite food now. What calms me when I’m angry then, isn’t what calms me now.” “So you see, we need to learn about the present, not the past. Me and you, I am learning my present too.” There was something about the calmness that penetrated through Alex’s soul. Clara was right. It was the present not the past.

he annexed as we proceed to stride again. I stared at his back with adoration. I never thought it will be this fascinating that I can't take my eyes off of it. "Of course," I muttered in a low voice. "It is a maze and everything in it is its tricks to bewitch those who are losing their way." I never heard a single reply. It's already seen. An hour ago, that is actually what happened. But whatever the current situation is will never be the same as the past. It won't be balanced nor be collided. Present and past would fight each other as the future would merely be their witness.

23 |Present| I lay on my bed with my back against the head-board. I was trying to read but for some reason I just couldn't concentrate. My mind kept drifting off. Things in my life were getting too complicated. How could things have gotten so messed up in such little time? My mother was dead. My father was marrying my ex-bully's sister who'd told me that my mother had given consent for their marriage. I couldn't make any sense out of Megan's emails.

I said. I looked at the master, had he read the book before. " It's a tragedy ...... but that's reality you should stop living in fantasy " he said . "It's not a fantasy master.... but we have hope, I never guessed I would be here as a maid speaking to a master....hope is what we should have" I said . "Do you think there is hope for me?" Chris asked. He looked at me, I could see mixed emotions in his eyes,what is wrong with him?

And I will face her, not as the man I was, but as the man I’ve become. The consequences of the past don’t have to dictate the present. But they will always color the edges. I sip my water again, listening to the quiet.

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."