Novel & Cerita A Love To Forget

“Why? He’s no longer here. I can understand that you can’t get over him for a while, but it won’t last forever. Since you can get out of the pain, you can also forget about your feelings for him eventually, right?” Nicole looked at him. Her tone became a little cold. “No. I will never forget about him, and I’ve never put the pain behind me. I just stopped thinking about the pain for the time being. I didn’t forget it. I love him, so I naturally can’t forget every moment that I was with him. Even if I do fall in love again one day, it’ll only be because Clayton is standing in front of me.” It was Clayton’s appearance that made her feel like she had gotten a tenfold response for her feelings.

Or is it really true that I said I don't love Daren anymore. "Okay, I'm trying to forget him and my feelings for him because I know that I'm the only one who will be hurt and have a hard time if I haven't forgotten him yet." "Then just love others so you can forget him more easily." Wow, you really suggested ah. "What? Love? It's better that I love my son completely. Then I don't know if there's really a man for me or maybe not." "No one knows," "Yes, no one really knows but maybe you know you're the one for me yiee!" I joked with him and even pinched his cheek.

But there is a story behind it, there's a history inside that reminds Debbie of old times when they were still in first grade. Back in 1st grade, chocolate candy was always in Debbie's pocket. Her favorite snack at that time. Back than, one day she had a big fight with Sarah. Debbie forgot what they were arguing about that time. It's like Sarah apologizing present time. Sarah gives Debbie’s favorite chocolate candy inside a plastic bag tied in rubber. It make Debbie laugh when think of it again. Yes, this kind of apology reminds Debbie of the events of that time. It turns out that Sarah still remembers her even times passed, as well as these chocolate candies is a proof. With this kind of wa

she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

And Lisa had died between them. Lotty gripped the sink so hard her fingers went white. “I’m fine,” she whispered at her reflection. The words tasted like a lie. She turned the shower on fully, stepped beneath it, and let the water hit her like penance. Hot. Then cold. Then hot again. She scrubbed at her skin until it stung, as if she could wash away memory and fate and the fact that her mate was also the reason she’d been sent away.

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and

, He snickered, "of cause it does, it will make you forget everything about Dylan and his betrayal" I stared at the elixir for a while, so taking this will make me forget all about Dylan and our love, I scoffed inwardly at the thought of the word, "love" he had never loved me, he just used me, and if forgetting him will make me be at peace, so be it, "having second thoughts?" I shook my head, using one hand to close my nostrils, I gulped it down in one swallow "It'll make you sleep for three days, when you finally wake up, I promise you that you won't feel any pain ever again" I was already feeling drowsy, I quietly lay on my bed and closed my eyes.

"I don't love her. I have forgotten her." I gave him a ghost smile. It was in the way he said the word her that told me otherwise. "Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met." He didn't say anything just continued to look upwards. I wanted to pat his arm and hug him but the ropes bounded to me held me securely to the chair. "Think about it. Maybe the sun is still there and you just need to move the clouds to see it again." He turned to me and shrugged. "Maybe."

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.

For a while the café felt lighter with her in it. During a short lull, she leaned against the counter beside me. “How are you feeling?” she asked, quieter now. “And don’t say ‘fine.’” I wiped my hands on a towel. “Tired. Overwhelmed. But… okay, I think. Better than I expected.” She nodded, studying my face. “Are you having any luck remembering what happened that night?” “No,” I said truthfully. “I really don’t. And I’m not going to push it. The doctor told me not to strain it. I mean… it was just one day. How terrible could it be to forget?”