Books Like Reminders Of Him Mga Nobela at Kwento

Although I survived, the doctors said my brain had suffered severe trauma, causing memory issues. One moment, I might remember something; the next, it would be gone. So, I developed the habit of keeping a diary. I flipped through the entries, realizing that almost all of them were about Caleb. Of course they were. I liked him and pursued him for seven years. I was terrified that I might forget him. So I wrote about him again and again, as if I could carve those feelings into my mind. But now, I had finally realized that I'd been a fool for these past seven years.

The margins filled with his thoughts. Her phone buzzed. Idris: What are you doing? She typed: Sitting. Looking at a book David gave me. Another one? His copy. The one he's been reading. Why did he give it to you? She looked at the cover. The worn edges. The marked pages. Because he wants me to remember him. Will you? She set the phone down. The room was quiet. She opened the book. Read his notes. His handwriting. His thoughts. She would remember.

The engagement ring was still on the vanity, and the diary was still open on the desk. On the last page, there was a line of words: [Ron smiled today because Lisa drew a painting. I hope he’ll smile for me one day too.] Caitlin stares at that sentence for a long time, then closes the diary. “Silly girl,” she murmured. “He didn’t deserve you.” Then she stood up, turned off the lights, and left. The room returned to darkness. My soul began to fade, like morning mist dissolving under sunlight. I knew it was time for me to go to wherever the dead were meant to go, whether that was heaven, hell, or eternal nothingness.

Third-Person POV It hadn't even crossed Bridget's mind that she could have just bought something else. She was just too lazy to think of it. Sarah had to go back to work, and Bridget was politely asked to leave. It was still pouring outside, even harder than before, and it blurred Bridget's vision. She recalled the photos that she and Aiden had taken together in their graduation gowns that Aiden still used as his phone screen wallpaper. She suddenly remembered about the graduation gowns.

He couldn’t fathom why it’d be here or why it looked so similar to the other one. He reached out to touch it but figured it must be some sort of Star Wars novelty book he’d recently purchased and forgotten about, which happened often. He’d buy books either at rummage sales, used bookstores, or online, shelve them, then forget about them. It wouldn’t be the first time. Working the eight ball in his hands, he dismissed the strange black leather-bound book and re-focused on the reading itch he couldn’t seem to scratch. As he kicked something across the floor.

He thought hard on the plot of the book his friend suggested for him to read, trying to connect them with the one he’s holding. From what his friend told him, the main character of that book also reincarnated. Although he already forgot the title since it’s been months since his friend made that suggestion and he never really bothered reading it when he made the purchase, he still remembered the cover a little. He was sure he bought the right book but.. Was it really supposed to go like this? Did I really bought the right one? Lei felt a headache coming. He was still thinking when he felt his phone vibrate. He took it out and saw that it was his older sister sending him a message.

Hehe… Another reason was, because my memories seemed to vanish little by little. I’m afraid that one day, I wake up without any memories of you. I didn’t know about you, I forget about you. So, I need things to remind me of you. Even though maybe some day the goddess of fate will take all of my memories of you from my mind, my heart will remember it. Just like this letter, this book, this house, and Ben. I hope you find me in your next life. Once again, Thank you Kevin. I love you…

Behind us was the vast sea, the image he remembered well. She kept our love and memories alive. Martin put that picture frame in the same place. He didn’t think that anyone in the world could love him as much as she did. She kept our small memory in a photograph and kept it close to remind her that he was once there. He was once standing next to her. That was all he thought. Martin walked to the bookshelf and doubted if that book was there. The book he gave her. The first book he ever bought her. And Martin wasn’t disappointed because she still kept it. The medium shelf was quite visible to everyone.