Things I Wanted To Say But Never Did Novels & Stories

Something I could never do. “Right.”

I wanted to ask but no words came out of my mouth. "And I'll never let you go ever again"

Just one big, black whole. My stomach feels as if it were in my throat. The whole way down I am worried about all the things I haven't done in my life. All the things I never said. All my regrets in life are on my mind. All the things I will never get to do. because I know that as soon as my body finds somewhere to land, that I will be no more. I will break.

I feel like I’m out of breath at any moment. “Just for a second, let me tell you the words I badly wanted to say . . .”

I wanted to speak but the words couldn't leave my mouth. How do I say that I had decided to give up?

The office, the call log, the war room. Every time I had been this close and every time something had pulled me back or something had intervened or I had just not quite been able to make myself go the last distance and say the thing. Five years and I still hadn’t managed it. There was something almost impressive about that if you looked at it from a distance. Five years of being this close and having the words and choosing not to say them. Not because I didn’t want to. Because wanting to and being ready to were not the same and I had been confusing them for a long time.

To never, ever let go of her. "You didn't lose me." She whispered, her voice muffled by my chest. "I'm okay. It's okay.” But it wasn't okay. It was never okay. There were a lot of things I wanted, no, needed to say. A million fucking things. I didn’t think I’d ever finish saying them.

Her heart swelled with pride, but she told herself that she would never forgive James for everything he put her through. James had once said that she should abort the baby and that the baby was her trump card. She wanted to take her hand away from James, but she stopped herself in the end. Their lives had turned full circle, she realized how true the saying that says “it is easy for love to turn to hate.”

he said. All this time I had yearned for him to say this to me and now i didn't. I was silently begging him not to go there.. Like Chris brown.. 'I don't wanna go there, we should never go there. Why you wanna go there? I guess I gotta go there..'

everything. Every tool I never let myself want. Every luxury I taught myself to live without. Every inch of space I once forced into a corner now spread out in the open like I deserve it. I can’t move or speak. I just stand there, one hand slowly rising to my mouth as my chest tightens around something that’s not grief, not pain, but the echo of what it felt like to be denied this over and over again. “This is...” I whisper, unable to finish.