If There's No Tomorrow

At least I didn’t have pretentious taste in books like she did, and sometimes I just wanted to...I don’t know, escape life. To delve headfirst into a world that dealt with real-life issues to open my eyes, or a world that was something else, something completely unreal. One with warring faes or roaming vampire clans. I wanted to experience new things and always, always, reach the last page feeling satisfied.

What does waiting do? None of us are promised a tomorrow. We learned that, didn’t we? We don’t always get a later.” He kissed my temple again, then pulled back, his eyes finding mine. “I’m done living like we do

Tomorrow was always full of possibility and potential for me

That wasn’t—It wasn’t supposed to happen, right?”

He’d dumped me onto the grass beside him.

Oh my God, what had I done?

Something wise and sage?”

I knew as I took the first step that while tomorrow was not guaranteed, never promised, there was going to be so much possibility

life did move on. Life kept going, and you couldn’t be left behind, living in a past that no longer existed

I knew I couldn’t go back and start a new beginning. I couldn’t rewrite the middle. All I could do was change tomorrow, as long as I had one

Living life saying tomorrow will be better whenever something bad happens. Whenever we’re filled with disappointment. But tomorrow is never guaranteed