Things To Say Novels & Stories

I said, “ I don't care, anything for you, I can't lose you to some man," he said possessively, “ I still think talking to my Mom is a bad idea," I said, “ Not if I know the right words to say,"

Grabbing my phone, I typed in the message a million times, deleting repeatedly before settling on one. “I’m outside your dorm, Marcus. If it’s not too much, can I please talk to you? I could really use talking to you right now.”

] "You always have something to say. Come home first, no kiss or massage if you're late." [Okay, ending the call now. I love you, love. Bye~]

Jack was so easy to talk to, so easy to get lost into, to forget everything else but him. Later that night, when she was getting ready for bed, she heard her phone ping for a message. "You shouldn't have told him. Now you both will pay!"

- You won’t even say good morning to me? -We are running behind schedule. -You can say good morning to me while you push me. -All right, good morning. Better this way? -Not really. - James smiled. - You didn’t have to come and get me. -I needed it. It’s in the contract. -What contract? -The contract you will sign. -Why do I have to sign a contract? Just my word is not enough? -Cute, but no. Everything we do will be in a contract millimetrically designed so that neither party takes advantage of the other.

So how? Listen more and talk less. Don’t try to be a motivational speaker doing blah blah blah and then ending it with “Now, be happy.”. No. It does not work like that. That person has already tried everything. That person is tired of these home/professional remedies. Shut up. And just listen.

One after another, why did everyone have to speak in ways that left others so confused? “If you have something to say, just say it. There’s no need to apologize to me. We’re equals.”

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺." "𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧� ��𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦."

I looked down at my cup, watching the faint ripples on the surface. “Some things are better left unsaid… at least for now. They shouldn’t be forced,” I said quietly. “Because sometimes, talking about them too soon only makes things worse.” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “Not everything can be fixed by a conversation. Some things need space first. You need time to calm down… to think clearly… before you decide what you really want.” I lifted my gaze slightly.

Now, I can say the magic words and it's not hard. I don't feel any pent up frustration anymore. I can say - Please, Sorry, Excuse me, Thankyou, Pardon me. I can say all these without feeling small.. And maybe I'll be able to say those three words that heal just about everything too. I love you. Just maybe. All these while, I've been unable to do all those things because I felt if I did, I would be showing people that I was weak and vulnerable but that isn't the case at all.