Forget You Remember Love Novels & Stories

"It's just my way of escaping reality. I want to forget her and find other substitutes, but I can't seem to forget her." "It's not because of love that you can't forget her, but for other reasons. For example, you couldn't get her. Or maybe you are hurt or you are just unwilling to give up. What people remember for their whole life is not love. Love is forgettable. It is something that would deplete as time passed. Usually the more time we spend with our loved ones, the more we forget how to love them. On the contrary, resentment and hurt will be remembered for one's whole life. If you wake up every day filled with resentment, and you will repeat the process of feeling that resentment every

A sad smile appears on his face. "I know that, my love. But I also know I can't take that away from Maxwell." By finally mentioning the name of the man who irreversibly broke Mariana's heart, James furrows his brow and immediately apologizes. "I'm sorry, I know you don't like hearing his name." And she really didn't, but she pretended not to care. "It's okay." "Mariana—" "It's okay, James. I left his life forever, and even though a few months ago he tried his best to save me and win me back... That changes absolutely nothing."

Like he's making sure I never forget. And I forget how to breathe. And I forget how to think. And I forget everything except him. Except us. Except this. Except forever. Except our future.

That wrecked him. He limped toward me, reaching for my hand. I stepped back like it was nothing. "Mister, keep this up and I'm calling the cops." His eyes were wild, voice cracking as he yelled, "I don't believe you forgot me! Rhea, you said forever! I only forgot you because of that temporary amnesia—but I remember now! I know you're the one I love!" I laughed. Hard. What a clown. Acting like some tragic lover. Would he have "remembered" so fast if I hadn't walked away for good? Doubt it. He'd still be playing house with Juliet and her stupid little props.

The drink slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor. The illusion yesterday__ the little girl on the court__ wasn't an illusion at all. It was a memory. A memory I didn't know I still had. My chest tightened__ if our lives crossed before, why doesn't acknowledge it?, Why hide it? Or probably she had a memory loss?. A dangerous thought creeps into my mind . Does Adrian know?.

“I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll move on with your life. You'll have so much fun with your buddies and you'll learn to forget about me.” “Nah, I doubt that. You’re my first unrequited love. I doubt I'm gonna forget this agonizing pain so easily.” There wasn't anything I could say at this point. He reached for my hand and I let him hold it. “I know you didn't fall in love with me. I know you hold space in your heart just for Joe. I know I'm nothing to you. But would you please not forget me so easily? Maybe in five years. Think of me often till the next five years. And then you can forget me. I think it's gonna console me a lot to know that I stayed in your mind that long.”

Although I felt relief as those painful memories slowly faded, a new fear began to take root—the fear of forgetting entirely. Forgetting the things I cared about. Forgetting the truth I had been waiting for. When I tried to recall what exactly I was waiting for, I realized I could barely remember anymore. Then, one day, a call broke through the fog. On the other end, a man's voice rang with excitement. "The men have been released. I’ve uncovered some new leads. Give me one more month, and I swear I’ll get to the truth. You’ll finally be proven innocent, and you can have a happy family again."

"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing poti

I want to know how to make you smile more. “Don’t mind me. It’s just me and my silly thoughts…” He trailed off a bit before responding to my question. “My wife used to add the same amount of honey in her tea. Seeing you do the same made me feel happy for a moment.” I saw Lucas’ eyes tear up, but he quickly wiped the droplets away in the guise of running his hand through his hair. “Every time I see, hear, or smell things that remind me of her, the empty feelings in my heart fades for a while, but then I feel miserable afterwards when I realize she’s never coming back.”

"I need to know. I need you to tell me the truth." Had they? She didn't know. She couldn't remember. Three weeks of her life were just... gone. But that memory fragment... That feeling... "I don't think so," she said slowly. Honestly. "I would remember meeting you. Wouldn't I?" Something flickered in Eric's eyes. Disappointment? Relief? She couldn't tell. His arms loosened, and suddenly the spell broke. Camila scrambled off his lap, her cheeks burning. Her legs felt shaky. Everything felt shaky.