Forgiving What You Can't Forget Novels & Stories

"Sorry. But not really. I won't ever sugarcoat things for you." "So then tell me honestly what I should do? How can I ever feel comfortable in a relationship with him? How can I ever completely let it go?" "Does anyone ever let it go completely?" he asks with a shrug. "You've already forgiven him, but unless you were to get amnesia, there's no way to totally forget. But I think the better question is what you do with those memories when you do remember? Do you let them beat you down? Or do you push them aside and remind yourself that it's not the current reality of the situation? Only you can decide that part."

"Stop over thinking why people did you dirty, family or not. They did it and they meant it. Look baby, you can't control people's actions but you can control the way you react to their actions. I don't want you to go about this the wrong way. I want you to let go." "Let go? Bryan you don't understand. The pain hit different when it comes from people you love and have high expectations from. I can't let go. I can't forgive, I can't forget." "You have been through so much. You suffered a lot. I want you to let go and move on. Don't think of revenge. Don't do them like they did to you, because the best revenge is no revenge at all. Just forgive in silence and move on. Forgiving people in silenc

he seriously returned to the normal height of his voice. I couldn't stay silent right away as anger was on my face. "Do you think it's that easy to forget the pain you left me with? I tried to forget and forgive but I couldn't because of the pain I still feel. Every day I force myself to forget everything and go on with my life without you, but damn, Roven I can't because you left me with so many questions that I still can't get the answer to. You left me with pain that you didn't even explain to me!" I just realized that tears started to fall from my eyes because of the pain I was feeling. All the past came back with that pain.

Two years is such a big gap for anyone to forget about anything. But is it enough to forget anything? He closed his eyes to repeat the question. The tears which formed in his eyes gave the answers. NO, it's a freaking NO. Nothing can neither be forgotten nor be forgiven. Soon there will be days when he will be laughing the same as before without any depressions but the day is not visible to him in any near future.

I'm excited that he is also the last of everything. I had to forgive and let go in order to get my happy ending. I close my eyes and let sleep take over.

“I can’t forgive him, but I also can’t forgive mom for what she did to herself. I always feel sad and lonely on this day…but today I don’t feel that overwhelming sense of sadness and I don’t feel excruciatingly lonely. I actually feel like I can forget everything if I have you by my side.” “Even with me here, I don’t think you’ll ever forget everything.” Delilah began. “You have to forgive to forget, and you don’t seem to have forgiven yourself yet. You’re not at fault, your mother didn’t die because of you, and your father died because he didn’t have a heart. Stop blaming yourself and accept that they’re gone and there’s nothing you can do to bring them back. It’s not your fault.”

"You forgot my face. You forgot my name. You forgot that night. You forgot everything that happened, everything we were, everything we could have been. You forgot. You chose to forget. Because it was easier. Because it was safer. Because it was all you knew how to do. Forget. Run. Start over somewhere else. Start over with nothing. Start over with no one. Start over as if nothing had ever existed, as if no one had ever existed, as if I had never existed." I want to tell him he's wrong. I want to tell him I didn't forget. That I never forgot. That I thought of him every day, every night, every time I looked at my children, every time I saw their blond hair, their light eyes, the way they laug

“He called me a disgrace before he died, He wanted me to come back home to Italy, said I was never loyal to him. And now he’s gone, and I don’t even know how to grieve for him.” Amelia squeezed her hand gently. “You don’t have to decide how to feel right now. Just rest. When the time is right… you’ll figure out what to do next.” Vivian looked up at her, eyes red. “Do you think I should ever forgive him?” Amelia sighed. “Forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. It just means freeing yourself from the weight he left behind. Focus on getting better first.” Vivian gave a faint, broken smile. “You always sound so strong.”

"Every day." "But I can't be your friend again," Carly said, her voice hardening. "Not yet. Maybe not ever. I look at you and I see everything I lost. I see him looking at you the way he used to look at me. I see thirteen years of memories that are poisoned now." She wiped her face with her sleeve, her breathing ragged. "I need you to understand that this, us sitting here, isn't forgiveness. It's not a fresh start. It's just... me deciding not to carry the hate anymore. Because the hate is eating me alive, and I'm tired of letting you live rent-free in my head."

I added. “Can you tell me about one of those moments?” Doctor Angela asked me. “When I butchered a hunter in front of my son. We can’t come back from that. There are no amount of happy memories that can replace such a moment. That can make Asher forget.” I said, feeling the weight of what I had done. “Sometimes it’s not about forgetting, but about forgiving. Asher might not forget that moment, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get that relationship with him back, albeit maybe slightly different.”