Forget Me Novels & Stories

चन्द्रमा स्मरति, वनं स्मरति, The moon remembers, the forest remembers. त्वं मेरी, त्वं मेरी, त्वं मेरी… You are mine, you are mine, you are mine… My voice cracked on the last line. I whispered the final words, barely audible even to myself: …even if you have forgotten. Tears streamed unchecked. Shoulders that had carried mountains shook with sobs older than empires. I pressed my forehead to the cold stone, claws digging furrows deep as graves.

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

“I’m not done with you.” I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. I’d said I wanted to forget him. And now I couldn’t remember my own name.

"You forget Juliet's your fiancée now? Thought you two were today's headline couple. Bet she's at home in something skimpy, waiting for round two." His face dropped. "How do you even know that?" I didn't answer. Just laid it out. "You don't remember me. Called me crazy. Said I was chasing clout. So don't show up now acting like that baby meant something. Please. You wanted out—we're done." I was cutting every last thread. But he wouldn't let go. He stood there, swaying a little, eyes darting everywhere but at me. Lips pressed tight. After a long beat, he finally said, "I just lost my memory. The doctor said it's temporary. If you wait a bit, it might all come back."

She just looked at me, her eyes searching my face like she was trying to remember who I used to be. "I forgot her name," she said finally, her voice so low I almost missed it. "Did you know that? For a whole week after she left, I couldn’t remember it. I told myself it didn’t matter, that forgetting her was the first step to moving on, even if she fucking left a child. But then today, you’ve made me remember. You said her name, and now it’s back, carved into my mind like a wound that refuses to close."

then why when I try to forget it the memory actually attacks me strongly. Unfortunately, every time I think about Uncle Paul, the center of my body will definitely throb strongly wanting to be released. "Hah...." My breath sounded so heavy. I stopped my shower and went to my room. Changed clothes and dried my hair until it was half dry. After that I lay on the bed. Maybe just by sleeping I can get rid of Uncle Paul in my mind. Come on, Grace! Forget everything! ****

You never were. His chest twisted sharply in reaction to the memory of her voice. He could still remember how she had stared at White, openly, boldly, fearlessly. He remembered how White had reached out with possessiveness and put his hand at her back. The sparkle of the emerald-cut diamond whenever she moved, an indication that she was no longer his anymore after he had slipped a much more humble ring onto her finger. He poured himself yet another glass of whiskey in shaky hands, but this time he downed it in one swig. The sting failed to blunt the edges. He poured himself another.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

I'm done fixing my life and I won't let anyone ruin me again. So I left him without saying even a single word. I don't want to have any connection with him, and I don't want to see him anymore. Whatever the reason for his interference in my life now, I don't have to focus on that anymore. I should forget him. I should erase him from my memory. I should erase him from my heart. But the question is .... How? How can I be able to forget him if every time I close my eyes I only remember the pain of the past?

Forget me. Imagine you've never met me. Put me in the drawer of your memories—both the good and the bad. It doesn't matter the slightest. Ignore the existence of our story. You won't find anything extraordinary there anyway. See me as if I were a speck of dust. It's not very bad but what is it for? It ruins the landscape.