Romans & histoires Forgiving What You Can't Forget

"I want to see our parents. How are they?" Guilt was eating me. My heart was squeezed inside as I reminisced about the hurtful past. It has been a long time without any communication with them. They live and I live. But, whatever the consequence is, if they can't forgive me this early, I could accept it. I will repeatedly ask for forgiveness until they give it to me. I won't get tired, I will pay the damage that I have cost as I know that time heals all wounds.

It was a love that nourished her soul and healed her heart. She found peace, not in forgetting, but in understanding. The forgiveness she had found wasn’t a simple act of letting go; it was a complex, multi-layered process of acceptance, self-reflection, and empathy. It was about acknowledging the pain she had endured, the trauma she had suffered, and the strength she had found within herself to overcome it. It was about accepting her vulnerability and acknowledging her imperfections.

“You don’t have to. Come back to me. Really come back.” Livia placed her hands on the sink, bracing herself. “I can’t.” “Why not?” His voice cracked. “Why can’t you just forgive me?” She turned to face him, water dripping from her chin. “Because forgiveness isn’t forgetting. And I remember everything.” His hand lifted, brushing her cheek. “Then help me forget too. Help me be better.” For a moment, she saw the man she’d married. The man who’d once made her laugh. Before the debts. Before Russo. Before the gambling.

I exhale shakily, my heart wrenching painfully as I'm taken back to three years ago. “I’m sorry,” his eyes plead with me to hear him and believe him. “I’m sorry for what I put you through. Fuck, I could say that I was lied to, but that would just be an excuse. Give me the chance to be your mate. Give me the chance to fix my mistakes.” I heave the breath I was holding. He just doesn’t get it, does he?. Forgiving him is easy. Forgetting is the hard part. “I doubt you can ever fix your mistakes, Alec.” Talking about the past just opens up the wounds I’m trying so fucking hard to heal.

“Because what’s happened cannot be changed, it’s already been set in stone. But the future is in your hand. So it’s up to you to decide if you want to live the rest of your life as a bitter shell of a person who is filled with hate for the past and cannot move on from it, or forgive those who are no longer here to answer for their deeds and live the rest of your life in peace, without regrets or the shadows of doubts that will eventually gnaw you out from the inside out.” “I’m saying this as someone who’s already been through every possible emotion you’re currently going through right now, Faith.” Mr. Wolfram offered me a small smile. “Let go. Forgive those who’re no longer here and move on.

"Because the heart can think with feelings and thoughts, my dear." "Is that so?" Without hesitation, Robert said, "Yes. If you don't want to visit, I'm sure you have your reasons. And your heart agrees with that decision." Seira fell silent. "Forgiving is easy, but forgetting definitely takes time, which may never free you from the memories for the rest of your life."

And upon her thoughts last night, she thought of one thing. She couldn't undo the past. The past will remain the past. As much as she wanted to erase and replace that part of her past, she can't. And so, the only thing that she can do is to forget and move on. She will try to open up her heart again, but this time around, it is for forgiveness, not for love.

He asked and I turned to him. "Forgive and Forget." "As simple as that?" He shook his head not agreeing with me. "I'm a girl who easily forgive someone when they made a mistake. Remembering about their mistake won't make you move on. It's in the past." I said as I leaned my back to the wall. "What if you meet someone who hurt you a lot until you can't handle it?" He suddenly asked as he put his hands to his pocket looking at the view. "It will heal as the time goes by, we can't stuck there all the time. We need to move on, with their mistake we can know that they're not worth it or maybe there are times people make mistakes." I said as I observed his face.

"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

As if it wasn't enough, he locked her up and did all manner of ungodly things to her. Things she never wants to remember again. Things she always forced herself to forget so she won't get to keep building the pain that had always been in her. If only he haven't shown up with his father years ago, she might be in college or in a better condition. Not with a black broken heart, broken ribs, wounded feelings, and shattered happiness. "...Vengeance belongs to God!..." A creepy smile appeared on her face, she moved her hair away from her face to behind her ears and stared at the image on the cross.