Thank You Poems For Her Novels & Stories

Then she stands, turns off the water. Silence. Just the sound of our breathing, the drip-drop of water still falling from our bodies. She's in front of me, naked, dripping, beautiful. I reach out, caress her cheek. — Thank you, I say. — For what? — For being here. For staying. For everything. She takes my hand, kisses my palm. — Thank you for letting me be here. I pull her to me. We stay there, standing in the turned-off shower, embraced, shivering slightly from the cooler air.

"That is not why I called you in here. You don't need to say thank you. I am just glad you are safe. I am glad you don't have to face that bus stop again like last night. It's okay." She had already sent me dozens of thank-you messages. So... it's just a car. I could do more. "Thank you," she whispered, wiping a tiny tear from her eye. "Babe... it's fine..." "Come here..." I stood up, leaned toward her, and we hugged. A quick one, my palm patting her back. "I'm grateful, Diane," she whispered as she leaned back and sat down. I sat back down.

"My father, who’s no longer with us... I hope I made you proud, Dad. I hope you're smiling down at me, because I carried your lessons and your dreams with me every step of the way." I looked out at the sea of faces. "To every single person who picked up one of my books, who read my poems and felt something — thank you. You made this possible. You made me possible." I smiled tearfully. "This is for every dreamer who ever thought they weren’t enough. You are. You always have been. Thank you so much to everyone who believed in me. This dream... it’s everything to me." The applause roared to life again, and I bowed my head slightly in gratitude, feeling like my heart might just explode from happ

Soft, tender, beautiful. When we break apart, breathing heavily, I know that nothing is going to happen. I don’t expect it. Instead, with my forehead leaning against hers, I whisper to her. “Thank you for my gift.”

I whispered to her. I was thanking her for more than just this painting she agreed to make. I'm thanking her for trusting me. Thanking her for caring for me, for giving me a chance. Thanking her for bringing this immense light into my life. She's saved me without even trying. I wish I could save her the way she's saved me. I wish I could pull her out of this depression fully.

“Thank me for what?” “For leaving,” she replied. “If you’d stayed, if you’d carried through with what we talked about, I would’ve run away with you. If I’d left with you the night of Alise’s ball, or if you’d had the gumption to attempt to save me from my uncle and take me away the next morning, I would’ve missed out on my destiny. I never would’ve boarded Titanic. I never would’ve met Charlie. Thanks to your ineptitude, I will now leave here with the most wonderful man imaginable as my fiancé and return to a life in America with nothing but freedom and happiness on the horizon. So… as much as you hurt me, as horrible of a human being I believe you to be, I at least must say thank you. I app

Greetings were goodbyes The ring was lost no shine Bid farewell to the heart of Feet were afar now - ended. Smiling to hug and tease Heart reached its blossom White, pure, love, and all. How can I say thanks Thee? You made the day alive again Love secured in Thee, great! How happy and thankful I am You made my heart live again. She closed her sterling notebook with a caption of my poem. She wondered why she felt choked a while ago. As she gazed at her drawing using the crayon, and pastel, she vividly remembered the cascading falls near the hills where violets, the witness flowers how she fell in love with the prince. The pain made her tremble a little, but made her ponder that her true God p

She thought about Thursday and Dessa's daughter coming for the first time and what her face would look like when she walked into the east sitting room and found a room full of women who were going to treat what she said as worth hearing. She thought about all of it and felt the peace of it settle around her like something that had always been intended. "Darius," she said. "Yes," he said. "Thank you," she said. "For all of it. For the specific accumulation of all of it." He looked at her across the firelight. "Thank you," he said. She looked at him. "I stopped a long time ago," she said. "I know," he said. "I have been grateful for it every day since."

"for what? " He asked and she bite on her tongue. "for always being there for me. For loving,for being my mate and for never giving up that I will return. " She said. "I owe you a thousand times much more than you owe me, but since you've said thank you to me then it will be bad to reject it. I'd want you to thank me in other ways." He said. "sure. If I can do it then why not? " She muttered slowly.

I couldn't help but wonder how life would have unfolded if she had stayed by my side. But as I gazed into Sheena's eyes, the doubt and longing faded away, replaced by a deep appreciation for the love that had found its way into my life. I realized that thinking about what could have been would only diminish the beauty of what I have. One evening, as the sun painted the sky with hues of orange and gold, I turned to Sheena, my heart overflowing with gratitude. "Thank you for never giving up on us, Sheena," I whispered, my voice filled with genuine affection. "You've shown me a love that I never thought possible, and I am forever grateful for the journey we've taken together."