Mi Pasado Y Mi Presente Novels & Stories

I stared a little longer and got tired of the grayness. I sat my mug on the table, vapor rising from the creamy liquid inside, creating a mist on the mirror. I bit my lip intensely, just enough for me to feel the faint pain, but I didn't care, my mind was busy searching for an idea on what must I do today. Before, I can just spend the whole time writing and writing, but today was different, I'm not Vien in the eyes of everyone anyway. I looked at the window again and caught a glimpse at a piece of cloth and specks of dust on the floor.

indeed my son," said Khanza quietly. "My son and yours. Our son who lived two hundred years ago. " "HUH?!" “Remember my question the other day? About the two kingdoms? And you explain everything? It's your kingdom, Zo. Kingdom of someone named Kenzo. Kenzo and his wife, Khanza. They have a child. The boy managed to escape the attacks of Dharma and his soldiers, both humans and evil beings. Remember Ven? The ghost that always follows me? She is my younger brother in a past life. And big bro Keanu, he is a direct descendant of the Kenzo and Khanza of the past. " All of these explanations were so sudden, that it made Kenzo go crazy. The guy stared a

But tonight, I allowed myself one final truth to settle—warm and unarguable: I didn’t come back to reclaim the past. I came back to stand fully in the present. And for the first time, that was enough.

"Ari⁠a, if I cannot speak‍ of the pas‌t or the future.‍.. w⁠hat is left?" "The p‌resent," I‌ said‌, leaning forward. "The way this‍ terrible⁠ pasta tastes⁠. The sound of the wind outside. The fact that you‌ have flou‍r o‍n‍ your ear." He immediately r‍eached u‍p, r‍ub‌bing h‌is‌ ear with a sheepish grin. "It’s ha⁠rder th‌a‍n it sounds. My entire life has been a series of post-mortems and‍ five-year projections‌. Living in the 'now' feels... quiet."

There was no past, no future—only the present, and the undeniable truth that we belonged to each other. ....... To be continued

Something fragile and uncertain tugs from somewhere deep inside of me. For Gabriel’s sake, I want that we coexist and believe we can make this work. I also do hope that the history Adrian and I share does not have to define our present time. But the past can creep into the cracks within our lives. It whispers soft reminders of all of the things that broke at some time long ago. I cannot try to pretend that everything is truly simple, no matter just how much I want to move forward.

My inability to do anything that feels right. For the first time tonight, I wonder if I’m not just stuck between two women but trapped between the past and a future I don’t yet understand.

I believe that life is made up of a series of moments; these moments are what define who you are now and what you shall become. Today I have closed the door to everything in my past, the heartaches, and failures. I am opening a new door to my future, my future with Isabella. I am ready to begin the next chapter of my life. It is like I have just woken up, and I am in a place where everything just feels right. My heart is calm, and my soul is lit. My thoughts are calm, and my vision is clear. I am satisfied with where I have been and where I am headed

So I would not mind sharing some of my past life events with him. "Jason, I ..actually...want to share with you something very important about my past" I tried to be careful with my words. He nodded while sipping his coffee. "There's no need for it Alizeh. Past is past. We should focus on our present for a better future". That's great but- "But it is important for me to share it with you. Because my past is a part of my present and will be there in the future as well" I said, his eyes narrowed at me then he put the coffee mug down.