Someday Maybe Novels & Stories

“Maybe we can just let things go for now. We don’t know what will happen in the future, so let’s not jump to conclusions. Perhaps my future partner won’t be found in this city.” “You’re right.” She nods her head, agreeing with me. “Make sure to free yourself on Saturday, 28th. We’re having a movie day at Josh’s place. I know you sometimes take shifts on Saturdays, so I thought I should give you an early notice,” Lisa informs me, and I nod.

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin' Ah sometimes, I pray for you at night, oh Someday, maybe you'll see the light Whoa oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give But some things only God can forgive Yeah! (I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin') I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace

I looked out the window, seeing the skies, it was fantastic. I sighed as my mind wandered off to Carrie again. I hope nothing bad happens to her while I was gone. And I hope she called me and tell me she is okay. What if she calls me now? She wouldn't be able to reach me! "what are you so hyped up about," he asked. What did he mean? Oh yeah, I was probably hyped. "When are we coming back?" I asked.

But I do text him, so he knows that I’m thinking about him: Congrats today! I know tomorrow is also going to be amazing. XXX

Tomorrow is going to be the kind of loud that the world has been for four days, and the kind of loud that the world is going to be for a long time. But tomorrow is also going to have Aiden in it. Tomorrow is going to have Lincoln in it. Tomorrow is going to have the small, quiet, real version of a man in a hoodie, in a kitchen, in a small Silverlake apartment, who is going to text me at 11:14 p.m. and tell me he is alive. Tomorrow is going to have a kiss in a hallway in it. Tomorrow, he is going to have a small grey dog asleep on his back in it. Tomorrow is going to have a candle lit in it. For the first time in months, tomorrow is not something to survive. It is something I want. To be cont

"Someday. Not now. But—maybe. If the world stays peaceful. If we stay—us. If it feels right. Maybe." "Good. That's—good. I wasn't proposing it. Just—mentioning. Testing. Seeing if—that was possible. Between us. For us. Future us." "It's possible. Lots of things are possible now. Things I never thought about before. Things that seemed—impossible when survival was uncertain. But now—" Aria looked out the window. At the world passing. At beauty. At peace. At—possibility. "Now everything feels possible. And that's—strange. Wonderful. Terrifying. Everything."

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Cassidy nearly cackled at the very thought of James trying to make a move as simple as a kiss goodnight with Amy’s dad watching. “But…” I frowned because I wanted to spend more time with her, specifically alone. “Oh, don’t pout. It isn’t like you’re getting laid tonight. Sorry but I don’t get frisky in cars. So little space.” Cassidy teased, leaning forward and kissing my cheek. “We can hang out tomorrow. But your friend might need help if Jane stalks him to his house.” Cassidy assured.

The simple walk, brimming with conversations and shared laughter, becomes a testament to the beauty of unscripted moments. The comfort of home awaits us, and as we approach our familiar doorstep, there’s a shared sense of contentment. Today’s adventure may not have involved grand plans, but in the ordinary, we’ve found extraordinary moments that only deepen the connection between us. The day may unfold without a set agenda, but with each step, each word exchanged, it becomes a day painted in the vibrant hues of our shared experiences.

**** Aaj hum nahi, kal Humari Yaadein hongi Jab hum na honge, Tab humari baatein hongi. Kabhi paltoge zindagi ke Ye panne, To shayad aapki aankhon se Bhi barsaatein hongi.... (Today I am here, but tomorrow There will be my memories, If I will not be here There will be the talks of mine) (If you will turn the pages Of life Then I think you will also cry Remembering me) **** Marna to sabko ek na ek din padega.