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Would she love it still? Maybe she didn’t remember a thing! After all, we spent only a month together, but those were the only precious moments of my life. Maybe she had better memories, but I didn’t. For me, time stood still since she left me five years ago! I carried the soup to her and placed it on the nightstand. Holding her limp body by her shoulders, I fed it to her, one spoonful at a time. She opened her delirious eyes and stared at me, wordlessly. My heart constricted with pain to see the tears trickle down her cheeks. Maybe I was too harsh on her. I swore to change myself only if she agreed to be mine.

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

Each movement was deliberate, as though she was saying goodbye to her past self. Her hand trembled slightly as she pulled out the divorce papers, but it was not from anger or sorrow. It was from a calmness close to relief.

He faced the curtained window, his gaze lost as though watching an old film projected onto the fabric. For a moment, his brows furrowed. This was why he hated revisiting his past—it always resurfaced at the worst times, uninvited and unrelenting. Painful memories replayed endlessly, no matter the place or moment. Taking a sip of his wine, Leonard savored its bittersweet taste. It was a comfort, an anchor. But even in this solace, the memories weighed heavily. When he finally closed his eyes, those bitter recollections felt all too real.

to the memory The past is past. She just had to memorize that everything was over, and he was just obliged to forget it. He had to try. But deep down, Martin knew he couldn't do it. His photographic memory is a two-edged sword. Every detail, sound, smell, sight, feeling...everything was still clear in his mind. Everything still recurred in his head, and every vicious scene happened over and over again; it repeatedly attacked him hundreds and thousands of times. But things are starting to get better now. Everything is getting better.

The young man frowned as he heard the opposite of what he expected to hear. "You remember the taste... The times you and your mother spent together; you can remember her because I can't." The young man was silent completely forgot about the girl's illness. "You know, if I had a chance to choose between remembering and not? Even though my past is painful and bitter, I will still want to remember it. I would prefer to treasure those moments than think of the pain it caused me. You're lucky, Luther. You're so lucky because you have the ability to remember. So I hope you don't use the bitterness of your past as an excuse to want to forget everything, because there are people like me who would tr

Every day is a candidate for the past in the future. The good or bad ending of the journey depends on your attitude. Bittersweet memories introduce you to ways to work hard and be more grateful... Lily doesn't take all of these bitter memories she thinks more of all of this to be grateful for still having a mommy she loves "—I mean, why didn't your mother want to tell you" Lily shrugged as she replied

I put my all into writing my wishes, such as… “May Ethan's business be successful!” “May Ethan be healthy and not drink so much!” “The professor asked me to go overseas to study, but I want to stay here with Ethan. It's okay, we can go together in the future!” … It had been less than four years since then. Everything had changed, and nothing was left but bittersweet memories. Ethan's voice trembled in my ear. “I'm sorry, Jasmine… “It's all my fault. I lost you…

fun memories with him. Have you forgotten that I was once a maid in this pack? He rarely noticed my presence except those times that he punished me or yelled in my face.' I said to the physician and he looked defeated. It was the truth though. I couldn't think of any fun memories that were worth remembering. Zachary and I had been through several huddles ever since the first day I sensed him to be my mate. I couldn't tell if I was the one that brought chaos to my mate's life or if he was also as unlucky as I was fated to be. 'That's all I could think of, Luna. I'm sorry." The old physician said before leaving me to be swallowed up by my thoughts. What am I meant to do now? "You can try to r

In fact she hated those memories, but they pursued her at all costs. The one that scared her the most wasn't the fact that she was tormented for years by little things so small that they could always get into her room. What had been chasing her since she had a memory was her father's bittersweet memory. Remembering him was sweet and adorable, as she remembered the moments when he fought fiercely against the fears of little Artemisia, but they became bitter memories because they always came accompanied by the current reality that hurt her until she bled. Her father was dead and she was alone.