Novel & Cerita A Love Forgotten

not! "Look, I'm sorry ok. I get it you don't want to date, I know it's only a couple weeks until you finally shift and have the ability to feel a mate bond but.. I like you Aurora, I like you a lot and I have done for years" I cautiously glance at her, I know I've probably just screwed up any chance I had but I need her to know how I feel.

" I needed to see my parents last night ,” " And why aren't you picking my calls." It was then it suddenly strucked Loveth she had a phone she had forgotten to pick from Nicholas desk along with her things that morning ." my phone...I thi-nk I los-t it ." Loveth stammered for the first time in her life . How could she have forgotten her phone of all things to forget . " So where did you spend the night ." If only Wesley heard her chest do a bang bang . She looked down at her toes fighting hard to say something . She knows he will never forgive her if she told him what she did . How on earth will she tell him she slept with Nicholas.

The girl who smiled through her pain, misunderstanding love as a form of sacrifice. The girl who remained silent, equating loyalty with endurance. The girl who believed that if she loved fiercely enough, he would eventually choose her. God, how I despised her. I inhaled deeply, choking back the lump forming in my throat. The tears held firm, burning behind my lashes, threatening to cascade down my cheeks. “I just want to forget,” I murmured to the night, my voice trembling in the stillness. But forgetting was never that simple, not as easy as bolting shut a door or tossing an old letter into a fire.

Lena sat beside him. “I think he’s starting to remember,” she said quietly. Mr. Alcante nodded. “Then it’s only a matter of time.” The old man looked over at her. There was something in his eyes—something old and knowing. “You love him?” he asked. Lena didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know who he is anymore,” she finally whispered. Mr. Alcante tapped his cane lightly against the porch floor. “Maybe that’s the best way to love someone. When they’ve forgotten everything and you still stay.”

This way, she would remember him forever. "You once said you loved me," Ainsley murmured, lowering his head. His voice carried a trace of sadness. "Even if one day you forgot who you were, you said you would never forget that you loved Ainsley. You said you would love me forever. How can you take that back?” "I don’t remember," Eloise replied coldly. Ainsley felt as if someone had ripped his heart out. He had never felt so miserable before. Not even when he knew she wanted to run from him had it hurt like that.

she said. “Not just that.” Derrick put his hand around her waist, fingers gripping the curve of her hips with an ownership that was evident in his every gesture. “I’m envisioning the moment he figures out that the girl he took for granted is going to be watching him fall apart as I stand beside him. I’m envisioning the look on Marcus’s face as he realizes that all those years of sweet talk were useless in gaining even one ounce of loyalty from me. And I’m envisioning how it feels to walk out of that place while he’s trying to figure out how much of it he already lost.” He felt her fingers move up along the hard line of his jaw and brush against the tensed muscle there. “Then stop fantasizing

Amara's eyes filled with hope as she took in Martha's words, her expression slowly easing. “But…do you think love is…forgettable?” Martha leaned in taking Amara’s hand in hers, her voice gentle. "No, Amara, I don’t think so. It is deeply ingrained, so deep that it flows in our veins. We do not forget it, we just…ignore it.” “I miss Adrian.” “I don’t think he…loves me.” Martha squeezed Amara's hand, empathy evident in her eyes. “How were we, Martha? As a couple?” Amara's voice trembled with uncertainty as she looked at Martha with hazy eyes.

Forever. Can you love someone who forgets you every night? Is that love? Or is it madness? Tell me if you could do it! Love someone who forgets you daily! Chapter 84 is FIRST DAY FORGOTTEN! END OF CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE

He looked at me “I need fresh air.” I tried to laugh but the tears are really on my eyes “I excuse myself first... Auntie.” She looked at me crying. “Came back okay” I nodded and I decided to leave. When I came out of the door, I immediately sat down and cried. He doesn't remember me anymore. but all our memories came back to me, how we met, and how we became in a relationship. I will make you remember anything, my love. Your mind may forget me but I know your heart won't.

I let her go and spent the coming years watching and enjoying what her time with me did to her. There was no light in her eyes, no flames in the words she spoke and no one seemed to give a shit…i found it funny and fulfilling, she stayed silent about it like it was a bad dream and i enjoyed watching her crumbled state trying to navigate through her pathetic existence. But she forgot me. She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories.