A Love Forgotten Novels & Stories

Yet forgetting to pick him up was just a small slip. The truth was, I had forgotten things far more important. The system warned me from the beginning: the second male lead would always remain in that position. Regardless of how much he loved me, his heart would never fully belong to an outsider forever. I hadn't believed it. I was so certain Theodore would love me for life that I made a bet with the system. If he stopped loving me, all our memories would vanish, and I would gradually sense my life slipping away, forced to stay conscious as I moved step by step toward my own demise.

Giving up was probably the best option for him. No sorrow, no suffering, no remembrance, no fighting. For him, loving someone is giving that person the happiness and joy that he or she needs. “But I didn't expect that the person she loved the most would heartlessly forget about her. Have you ever considered her as your wife? Have you ever loved her? To this question, you can without hesitation answer yes. But in his mind, he kept that word and swallowed it inside. He loved her, so why did he forget her, why did he heartlessly make her sad? Levi Simon was an asshole, but that bastard was the one she chose to fall in love with.

“I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll move on with your life. You'll have so much fun with your buddies and you'll learn to forget about me.” “Nah, I doubt that. You’re my first unrequited love. I doubt I'm gonna forget this agonizing pain so easily.” There wasn't anything I could say at this point. He reached for my hand and I let him hold it. “I know you didn't fall in love with me. I know you hold space in your heart just for Joe. I know I'm nothing to you. But would you please not forget me so easily? Maybe in five years. Think of me often till the next five years. And then you can forget me. I think it's gonna console me a lot to know that I stayed in your mind that long.”

"Okay, if that's the case, I'll follow whatever you want. If you really go to the lake and make me remember times that I have forgotten, then I will agree. However, I will also never guarantee you that all of this will go well according to what you want. Because after all, this is something that can never be forced by anyone, for my memory loss and also for my feelings for you, it seems like there is something different that will not be related to each other, namely that it is very likely that when my memory comes back it won't be of course my love for you will return. King, I know many things have happened And that feeling is not something mortal like that, that feeling of love has been in

“I don’t know. But I want to try.” I nodded, swallowing down the knot in my throat. “I need you to understand something. I loved you before I knew everything. Before the blood, before the betrayal, before Benita.” My voice cracked on her name. “And I still love you now. But love doesn’t mean I forget.” His fingers tightened around mine. “I don’t want you to forget,” he said. “I want you to remember. I want us both to remember. Because that’s how we get better. That’s how we stay honest.”

That at this very moment, it was still him I was thinking about. I guess love is really blind because I can't seem to forget him no matter how hard I tried. This stupid heart is stubborn and insistent. I know there are those rare souls who love only once in a lifetime... could I possibly be one of them? I've tried everything – God knows I've tried my hardest to forget him, I even despise and hated him, but it was still him my heart stubbornly desires. Will I really never forget him?

Start over as if nothing had ever existed, as if no one had ever existed, as if he had never existed. "I forgot no one," he says in a voice that is now only a murmur, a voice that comes from so far away it seems to cross years, miles, silences, lies, fears. "I forgot no one. I forgot neither your face, nor your voice, nor your body, nor your scent, nor the way you laugh, nor the way you cry, nor the way you fell asleep in my arms. I forgot nothing, absolutely nothing, of that night. Of you. Of us. Of what we were. Of what we could have been. Of what we should have been. Of what we will be, if you stop running, if you stop being afraid, if you stop doubting, if you stop forgetting. If you rem

Nicholas looked at her the spite in his eyes and voice completely gone. “What I mean is that I love you” Daria replied her voice shaky, Nicholas walls came crashing down as she broke into tears. “I love you Nicholas” she said sobbing, her tears flowing heavily, “I may have loved Adrian back then and my memories may have brought back some feelings but they couldn’t overwhelm the fact that I love you not Adrian” she confessed. Nicholas reached out for her but stopped himself, his hand still hanging, he slowly withdrew them, “I….l can’t, Adrian is important” Nicholas said doubtlessly.

" What happened tomorrow, no one could know. Maybe I would wake up and forget all about it. I may forget that the love of my life cheated on me, forget that he took his mistress for a maternity checkup. I may forget their intimacy, forget that same bracelet Abril and I had. I may forget the pain of losing my babies, forget about... I may forget about my parents, forget about Vivian. I may even become so mad that I didn't realize I forgot about it. About what happened tomorrow, who knew?

If she saw him, she’d see the love in his eyes, the love he’d forgotten, and it would break her all over again. He was at her side in an instant, his hands hovering over her, not touching, like he was afraid she’d shatter. “Elle, I’m here,” he said, his voice breaking. “I remember everything. Our wedding, our marriage, how much i love you, the way you’d laugh at my terrible jokes, the night we planned about having a baby and cried together because we were so happy. You’re my wife. The baby… it’s mine. I’m so sorry, Elle. I’m so sorry I forgot you, forgot us. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”