Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow Mga Nobela at Kwento

A text comes in. “Let’s talk tomorrow.”

Thanks to myself for doing the hard work of healing. Tomorrow, everything changes. Or everything stays the same, just better. Either way, I'm ready. No more fear. No more doubt. No more regrets. Just love. Just family. Just us. Forever. The way Margaret never had. The way I almost missed. The way I'm finally brave enough to choose. Tomorrow. One more day. Then forever begins.

Today, I'll suffer. I'll endure. I'll cry. Tomorrow will be difficult. Tomorrow, I'll embrace my pain. I'll pick up the pieces and build myself up again. I'll be back tomorrow.

The robotic voice said "Good morning Rosa, right now it's 7:00 am and you need to be in your school exactly at 8:00 am. So you quickly need to brush, take a bath, have breakfast and get ready. Have a nice day." Rosa jumped off her bed and went to take a shower. Actually she doesn't even need to do anything. The atomatic shower and bath tub will take care of everything from scrubbing, cleaning, moisturizing and dressing her up. She just needs to select her clothes. After getting ready she was transported to the dining room. Mom and dad were already at the table having breakfast. Mom was having a cup of black coffee and some toast and dad was having eggs and bacon. Rosa seated herself at the t

" And that's it, my friend, leaving the past behind and living today because only God belongs to tomorrow." There are people who make plans and there are people who let life happen as it should. None of these people are wrong. Each one is living their life purpose. There are people who leave work and travel the world; others build their families and make a home; others love their jobs. And each person has their own way of living. Each person has a way of feeling the world.

"Tomorrow, we deal with the world. Tonight, the world doesn't exist." ​

And by tomorrow, everything would change. ***** LMCD22

The woman I tasted tonight. Tomorrow is a new day. And maybe tomorrow, my love comes home.

I don’t look at the unread text still sitting in our thread. I just whisper to the dark, “Please let tomorrow make sense.”

tomorrow we face the world. Together.