To My Dearest Historia Novels & Stories

Dagling akong kumatok at pinapasok niya naman ako. Tiningnan ko ang cellphone ko kung may tawag na ba si papa simula kahapon ngunit wala naman, mukhang wala talaga silang pakialam sa akin. "Pasensya na po sa abala," pang-unang sabi ko. Napalingon naman siya sa gawi ko. "Na ‘ko hija, ayos lang ano nga pala ang ipinunta mo rito?" Bahagya akong napayuko at nahihiyang nag-ani, "May project po kami sa history class namin. Nais ko po sana magpasama sa museum malapit sa Starbucks."

Adam introduced me to him "This is Stefana Joshua. My friend" Ian smiled at me like a glowing sun. I was mesmerized by his beautiful smile. My lips were apart. obviously, I was drooling over him shamelessly. My heart is pounding hard again. Suddenly, he pulled me for a tight hug and whispered "We met again" which sent chills down my spine.

I wiped my tears dry. Beatriz hugged me tight, and it made me more emotional. I couldn't stop myself from crying because it reminded me of those days when we were still together and we went places where that could give us satisfaction. I remember those days when we dreamed and slowly achieved them. "I understand how you feel, Neri. I am sorry if sometimes I feel like I am the weakest. "I'm sorry if sometimes I was about to give up and just choose the safest ground.. maybe because I got scared, scared of the past, and felt like there was no bright future.."

“And if he becomes inconvenient?” “Then the first warrior I ever crown will end him,” I say, voice like a silk rope. “And I will weep where no one can photograph me.” Silence folds neatly between us. The city lights blink their lids. Somewhere below, a carriage clatters; somewhere above, a bat learns a new route. I pour two glasses from the dark decanter cooling on the tray. The wine is not wine, not entirely. It is a blend I reserve for the nights I change history. Maria takes hers in both hands, careful, that peasant reverence for chalices never quite beaten out of her.

“What? You don't look like someone who wants to talk about how his wife cheated on him and hurt his ego.” “Well, I guess you did your research” “No!, it's not like I went searching for information on you” Yes I did “The story is hard to avoid, it's everywhere” “So if you are not here to listen to my sob story, why are you here?” “Uhh..To enjoy the view” I said pointing at the fountain “The view?” “Yeah. I heard fountains are more beautiful at night.” “So you knew about this place before now”

Que no hay que sufrir de esta manera because it's not worth it Porque no vale la pena Let him go out of your life Deja que se vaya de tu vida That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal Let him go out of your life Deja que se vaya de tu vida That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Una mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal Let other kisses make you fall in love Deja que

As the door closed behind them, she whispered a quiet prayer, her eyes glistening with tears. "God bless you both. Come back safe." In the silence that followed, Sia allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, knowing that despite the constant comings and goings, the bond they shared would always remain unbroken. And with that thought, she found a measure of comfort, her heart buoyed by the hope that one day, her beloved "king" would return with the queen she had always envisioned for him.

“I don't know what happened that night….. Oliver I sincerely don't know” “But if you are angry at the fact that you told us you loved us I want you to know I do love you. And I am sorry that I left with Russell that night without clearing with you”

“I gifted you that bag on your birthday. You promised me you would cherish it forever, just like you said our friendship meant everything. And now you tell your mom to throw it away like garbage? Do you hate me that much now? After everything we went through?” I scoffed loudly. “I was so foolish and stupid back then,” I said coldly. “I don’t feel anything for that anymore.”

Small toys, clothes, things from abroad. His eyes widened. “For me?” “Yes, my darling,” I said, patting his head. “Grandmothers always know the truth. Always.” He giggled, playing with the toy car and I lowered my voice, leaning close. “Remember, Leo,” I whispered. “Sometimes people do not belong where they sit. Sometimes the truth is hidden, but grandmothers always see.” He looked at me, puzzled. I smiled, patting his cheek, planting seeds. Later, in the quiet of my room, I opened my diary. With my pen, I wrote carefully: