Romans & histoires We're Not Meant To Be

--- That was the first fall. Not into fear. But into us. The first time we chose not to run. The first time we stood in the open and said, We are here. And we’re not sorry. I don’t know if that makes us brave. But it makes us real. And for now—that’s more than enough.

Not for more But for peace in world You have a good cause For each you govern Flow with the river Serve Not hold tight in fist It will pain your body’s then Every inch Every inch Believe me It’s not for guilt But to discuss if deep Everything is within reach Everything is within reach But to grow Not to be a weed Another weed We do not want But we do want thee We do want thee In the world that admits Its own attempts And repeats next Good will We do want your dream Your fulfilled Self-big imagining dream We do want thee But not for future adversity But today’s relief In fight from injustice In you In many We do want defeat Of Saturn if any So that life can be lived By efforts positive Not in

Failure was not an option. I was supposed to find my destined one and then control my urges. She was the one who was supposed to be infatuated with me, not the other way around! I kept telling myself that this wasn't me—this was the bond, telling me to feel this way. I tried to convince myself that this wasn't real. Then I told myself that this was only my primal instincts trying to dictate my life. But this was more than that, and I felt it with every fucking fiber of my being.

We chorused in response, clinking our glasses. This was it. Not the end to our story because we had only just ended a phase of it but the ending of an era and the beginning of a new one. We were going to carry these lessons we had learned for the rest of our lives. They would guide us through every new phase, fighting through every limitation and proving the one thing that would never change - God is who He is and He is never going to fail. THE END

Just a boy trying to be something more than what the world had made of him. And a girl trying to feel safe in a world that never was. “Maybe,” he said. They didn’t touch. They didn’t kiss. They just stood together, breathing in the same sky, looking out at the same world, hoping—maybe—for the first time—that they didn’t have to face it alone.

"But it's not about her, Jaz. It's about me.." "Yeah.. Sorry.. I'm so sorry, Anika, but- but I can't.. I don't know. I just can't.. You have memories built here.. In this place.. Can we have our own??"

"It's an illusion. A pretty lie we tell ourselves to sleep better at night. But some of us... some of us are meant for so much more than safety." What the heck was that supposed to mean?

'it's not your fault, we are doing this for us, for Adrian and we will get through it. "I am sorry..." I snapped my head up

"Because they know who you ARE, not who you were." "But what if that's not enough?" "It will be. It has to be."

The next morning, Maggie woke up just as moody as she was yesterday. She had an urge to just go and leave everything behind, to be alone for a while. But she had a lot of questions that demanded answers, and she was never the type to run away from problems. Maggie believed that problems were like rabid dogs. You can try to run from them and hide, but in the end, the dog will find you and bite you in the ass. So you're better off standing where you are and face the problem. Then you just might have a chance. Till now, this always worked, and she knew it wouldn't be possible to ignore everything that happened yesterday.