Mi Pasado Y Mi Presente Novels & Stories

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.

The words slice through the room. Marcus stiffens. “That doesn’t change the past.” “No,” Adrian agrees evenly. “But it defines the present.” My pulse pounds. “Stop,” I whisper. “Both of you.” They go quiet immediately. I look between them. One man I remember loving. One man who claims I loved him more. And I don’t know which version of myself is real. Marcus squeezes my hand. “We had a life planned,” he says softly. Adrian’s voice cuts through the air.

I know I'll keep on saying this, that moments come and moments go, only this time, my moment is right now and it's only the beginning of me living. The End.

A warm and fuzzy feeling spread through her as Adnan ran his thumb over her knuckles, sighing contentedly. "Tell me about Cyprus," she said, looking up at him. Adnan's gaze shifted to her slowly, his mouth set in a thin line. "Why?" His voice sounded distant. Almost hesitant. "You never talk about your past," she said. "You only seem to care about the present." "That's because the past is behind me," he said. "I choose to dwell in the present because that's exactly what it is. A gift. There's nothing in the past but regrets and bad memories."

I thought of the push to succeed, the many sleepless nights spent planning and plotting even as a young girl. I'd set my course a long time ago and everything I'd done since then until a few short days ago when my eyes met his across a table, had been for one purpose and one purpose only. Now I am being torn in two. My past and my future seem to be colliding and I'm helpless to stop it.

I had to move on. At least, I had to try. And, though understanding and enacting were two different things, it was easier to try if I kept myself focused on the present – rather than my jarring, pain-distorted past, or the murky and indistinct waters of my future.

Eventually, life catches up with you. I paused, staring at the words before continuing. Now my past and my present are standing in the same house, breathing the same air, sitting at the same dinner table. I keep telling myself my present is enough. I want him to be enough. God... I really do. The pen hovered above the page for a few seconds. Yesterday I saw the ring on his finger. I saw another woman kiss him like she had every right to, and the worst part is... she does. She's the one standing beside him now.

Maybe I was a terrible person then. I wanted to reproach you for things, but I can’t. There’s nothing to reproach. I simply understand that I was just passing through your life, and my time is up. I’m grateful for our time together—it was a dream and a reality. I’ve lived the dream; now I must return to reality.

And just like that, everything inside me twisted the past colliding with the present in a single line of text. Hunter wasn’t here. But this? This would change something. I could feel it.

It was as if I had stepped out of one reality and into another, leaving me caught between the echoes of a fabricated past and the uncertain terrain of a genuine present. My shock subsided, and a new chapter began to unfold. As time passed and I saw the play, I started to understand that it had been a bridge between my two worlds, a channel through which I could explore facets of my own character and emotions. The play, in its paradoxical nature, had been both a creation and a reflection of my own journey.