You Will Always Be My Forever Sign Novels & Stories

“I’m not leaving you. Forever and always, we promised each other. Remember?” When I was two years old and learning to speak, we recited this mantra every night. Momma would say ‘forever and,’ and I would say ‘always.’ It was our thing, and we’d always mean it. My thick tears splashed her forehead as we cried together. My hands petted her golden-blonde hair while her hands stroked my cheek.

It felt wrong, but I was curious about his point of view. “Baby girl, if your journal is a novel, what would the title be?” His question made me think about it. If it was a novel, what should I call it? My Angel and My Devil? No.. It didn't sound right. Suddenly a title clicked in my mind. I turned to him and said, “My Always, My Forever.” He nodded as if he understood the reason behind my choice of title. “Since I’m married to you, I’m your forever, and Rai is your always?” he voiced his thought.

She looked at Christopher, who had stood by her side for sixty years. "Christopher… If there is a next life, promise me you'll find me first." He bent down and kissed the silver strands of her hair. "I will."

“What’s it?” “You can easily recognise me. Why? How?” “I will never forget the kind of aura… I had around you!” “There is nothing else that helped you recognise me?” I scoffed. “Look Keith, don’t mess with my head because I don’t wanna go to the Police and start the same case again after so many years!” “I promise that I am not messing! I just wanna know!” “You still sound almost the same,” I said and went inside. I hope I will never see him again.

Okay" He said surfing through his stuff. Soon, he brought out four different designs "This and this" Fiona said "Two?" "Yes. Caden?" She said handing me the designs. The first one is just the words Always and Forever, It's written in a beautiful Calligraphy, Always would be written on me with ellipsis, while Forever would be written on her, ellipsis preceding it. The second one would be on our shoulders, It's the drawing of a hand holding on to a thread, it continues to the next person, If we are apart, the thread isn't whole.

“And we have so much to do before then. College, careers, finding that perfect piece of land for our little house. But I want you to know, with absolute certainty, that I’m not going anywhere. You are it for me. You’re the ‘forever’ I’ve been looking for.” The word, “forever,” resonated deep within me, a bell tolling with joyous certainty. He wasn't just saying he loved me; he was saying he saw a lifetime with me. He was promising me a future, a shared destiny, painted with the colors of our shared dreams.

His arms tighten around me, pulling me closer as if he can’t bear to let go, and his lips press against my hair in a gentle kiss. “I will never leave us. Never. It’s Forever, Bloom.” “Forever,” I repeat. “Yes,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

Claire whispered with a soft smile as tears welled up in her eyes, "I'm scared. I'm afraid to think that my life will always be this happy." "You will always be happy, I promise," Alex replied earnestly. "Do you promise never to leave me? I'm too afraid of losing you. My worst nightmares are when you leave me alone. I don't know what to do without you." Claire sobbed, causing Alex to stop playing and turn to embrace her. "Claire," Alex whispered softly, feeling the warmth of Claire's body. "I promise never to leave you. I promise I will always be here for you." Alex took a deep breath and gathered the courage to continue, "Until death do us part."

"I don't understand what I've done to deserve this. To not even get a single text back knowing you're okay. That you made it to Germany okay." "I'm sorry Allie I'm really sorry." "I'm not going to message you again until I hear from you first. I'm sorry for everything I just want you to know that. I'm not sure what I did wrong but please give me a chance to fix things between us. I just want to hear your voice again. Allie please. don't leave me for him please. Call me or at least text me back. I Love you Allison."

A cold chill slid down my spine. “How does he know me?” I asked. “He saw you once at the company event,” Matteo said quickly. Something about his answer utterly felt rushed. But my mind was too overwhelmed to question it. “Please,” Matteo whispered again. “You are the only person who can help me.” I looked at the diamond ring on my finger. Three months ago, Matteo had slipped it onto my hand with a smile, promising never to hurt me. The memory made my chest ache. “You swear this is the only way?” I asked quietly.