A Love Forgotten Novels & Stories

He opened his eyes when I sat beside his bed and gripped my hand weakly. He spoke with longing. "Nat, I had a beautiful dream. In the dream, there was no Karina. Our child was born healthy, and our family of three was happy. Nat, if there's a next life, I definitely won't choose Karina. I'll definitely love you well." I removed his withered hand from mine. I told him, "Maybe there is a next life. But you don't deserve one. In this life or the next, I never want to see you again. Go to hell, Maxwell. That's where you can atone for what you did to my child."

"It's okay. Even if you forget tomorrow, it's okay. I'll just tell you again. If you forget next year, I'll tell you then, too. Life is long, and I have all the time in the world to wait for you." The rocking chair creaked softly. The sunlight filtered through the trellis, warming us both. I didn't remember much. I didn't remember the past, and I wouldn't remember tomorrow. But I knew that in this moment, the hand I was holding was the only home I'd ever need. Disease might steal the clarity of the past, but his love had already become a part of my very soul. No matter how many times I forgot, my heart would always find him faster than my memory ever could.

I ask with venom lased in my voice. “You love.” “Hell no! We’ve already been through this, I don’t and I never will belong to anyone!” “Oh yes you do! And that person is me love.” He says with a little bit of an edge to his voice. I look him in the eyes and say, “Only in your dreams.” and walk away.

Cause the truth was that, if he ever remembered everything, he wont only be remembering that I have a son that I am hiding from him, he would also remember that we once had the most beautiful love story known to man. He would remember how we danced by the fire, made love in the bathroom, how we kissed under the sunset, cooked while it rained, watched other people's love story dead into the night. The truth was that he was going to remember every single thing and to me, that did not seem like the worse thing to happen.

Silver chain necklace with a small locket. I reached down and touched it with my nose, the scent hit me like a physical blow. It was Auren's scent, mixed with blood and the unbearable reminder of what she had endured. My wolf let out a deep growl that vibrated through my entire body. I shifted back to human form, my hands trembled as I picked up the locket. My thumb pressed the latch, It clicked open. “Forever Starts Now”. The words stared back at me. "Auren!!…”

At some point in the long middle -- she had lost precise track of hours, which was unusual for her, but she had decided to allow it -- she said, without any particular occasion: Do you know what was in the notebook's fourth section? He looked at her. No. She had kept it for sixty days. She had said it once, to a train window, in the dark. She had not said it to him. The word was mate, she said. I read it on day forty-four. I did not say it aloud for sixty days after that.

But the pain of his initial rejection had acted like a slow poison, killing the fragile, hopeful girl she used to be. "You are a stranger, Julian," she whispered. "The Julian I loved wouldn't have signed those severance papers. The Julian I loved wouldn't have let Cynthia humiliate me for weeks while he watched from the dais. You killed that version of yourself the day you decided a human mate wasn't worth the political trouble." Julian’s face drained of color, his hands dropping to the floor. The truth of her words was a physical weight, crushing him into the dirt. Before he could respond, a sharp, rhythmic knock sounded at the double doors.

"Ava, I love you. And whether or not your memories return, that love will endure. We can start anew, build new memories together." His words struck a chord deep within me, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness of my amnesia. I realized that love wasn't solely about the past—it was about the present and the future we could create together. I may not remember the moments we shared, but I could feel the warmth in his touch, the sincerity in his voice, and the unwavering support he offered.

I sighed, "I don't know if he's really sad or he just had a bad day. But I still hope that he's okay. I hope he's happy because letting go of him would make no nense of he won't be happy." The wind started whistling, causing some of my hair to be on my face. "I still love him, and I admit that I still don't have any idea if I could forget him. I don't think I can even erase him in my mind. I love him so much, and I was hurt so much... He's the only man that I want and I will love for the rest of my life. B-But don't worry, I will forget about him. I will surely forget about him someday. Although I don't have any exact idea when. I will forget about him but that doesn't mean that I would stop

What's forgotten is forgotten. "Maybe you might not even have forgotten them after all. You just didn't think that they were worth remembering. All you had to remember were details about Daryl, about your work colleagues, and about your childhood friends, but nothing about me." "Aiden—" "Love can run out, you know. And I don't love you anymore." Bridget froze to the ground, her palm loosening as a ring then dropped onto the ground. However, it wasn't the one that I'd given to her in college after saving up for months. I didn't know where it was. Perhaps she couldn't recall where she'd lost it either.