Spirits Are Forever With You Mga Nobela at Kwento

I look up at her in her eyes. (Song forever yours - Kygo) "Every time I see your face There's a cloud hangin' over you In such a beautiful way There's a poetry to your solitude Ooh, you should let me love you Hold me now, forevermore Oh, I'll be thinkin' of you Tell me I'm forever yours Ooh, you should let me love you Hold me now, forevermore Oh, I'll be thinkin' of you Tell me I'm forever yours Tell me I'm forever yours

After all, forever is a very long time. *

She told me that judging by how this year was the ninth year she had loved me, it proved that our relationship could last forever. Upon hearing that, I instantly recalled a quote, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with," in a reply I once stumbled upon on the internet. At that time, I was still doubtful about this statement, but now, I supposed that the user was right. Unexpectedly, Ashley divorced during the second year of my marriage with Luna. That day, she contacted me. She said that she had nowhere to go and sleep and that I was the only one she could rely on.

He slowly takes my hand, placing a light kiss as a drop of tear falls on my palm “In this life time, in the next, or the next after, no matter how many times I am to be reborn, I would love you like I have always loved you, ‘ALWAYS AND FOREVER,” he says, as he calmly drew in his last breath.

It was the token we'd made together on the day he confessed his love to me. Back then, Eugene had smiled at me and said, "May our love be as eternal as the stars—never to be broken." Now, the chain lay shattered, its pieces scattered across the bed… just like the vows we once made.

Until his final day. That day, clarity returned. He gave one final instruction for his epitaph. "To the only one I have ever loved, may we meet again in the next life." What he didn't know was that, at nearly the same moment, Harper was lying in bed too. She was surrounded by the man she loved, and generations of children and grandchildren. "Grandma, do you have anything you'd like to say?" She looked at Christopher, who had stood by her side for sixty years.

The skirt still pooled around my barstool like a secret I was badly keeping. The bartender refilled my glass without being asked. "Celebrating or mourning?" he asked. "Both." I picked up the glass. "I'm being spontaneous. Unpredictable." He looked at the skirt peeking out from under my jacket. "In a wedding dress?" "Especially in a wedding dress." I downed the shot. "Suit yourself." He started to move away. A voice to my right said, "Bad day?" Deep. Quiet. The kind of voice that didn't need to be loud to be heard.

After finishing up some paperwork, I quickly get up in search of my mate. I step out into the hallway when I bump into someone tiny. Sparks immediately flow into my body and this delicious smell hits my nose like a freight train. "Mate" is growled out by both of us as we finally look into each other's arms. I immediately put my face into her neck inhaling as much of her scent as possible. "What's your name beautiful?" I ask her "Emily. What's yours handsome?" She asks in a seductive tone. I growl in appreciation before saying "John. How old are you?" She replies with 27. You?" Shit I hope she isn't intimidated by age. "I just turned 38 in June" I say as I kiss her forehead. "Are you disappoi

“It’s half-past Ten already, and look at you, you already drank four bottles of whiskey. You’re looking like a total mess” “You can just leave me here alone if you have something to do, Sandy.” “What? And why would I even do that? I can’t leave you here like this!” I drunk another glass of long neck. “You know what, San? I think this world really hates me.” “What? What are you saying?”