Forgotten Hearts Found Love Novels & Stories

While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't care about me like I've never existed. I feel my tears running down again, I thought I could ignored this but I really can't. Why did this thing happened? Did I do something Terrible that I was punished by this? Tears flows to my cheeks and I sobbed. I get up and get the blue box and put my ring and bracelet there. He gave me that ring when he proposed to me years ago and he gave me that bracelet when we went to his favorite place the day before the accident happened. I put all of our memories together in this box, our pictures together and etc. I also place in this box all of the stuff the gave to me. It's time to give it back

I heard there was a clearing of the throat. "I am looking for Amber Ferrer." A baritone voice replied. I haven't remembered that I gave my number to someone. "Yes, speaking. Do I know you? Or uh… How can I help you? And where did you get my number?" I inquired simultaneously. He laughed before answering me. I'm wondering if this one is a Psychopath. "You forgot me already? That hurts me a lot, Amber. I don't need help, I just want to hear your voice and by the way, I got your number earlier on your phone left in the living room."

For them, my gift would highlight the moments that they felt the most love and amplify them. The forgotten however are an entirely different story. This would be a person who has either never known love or they have lived so long without it that they wouldn’t know it if it smacked them in the face. My gift to them is a form of torture. They would only see moments where they thought the love they were shown were real or how they could have gone if it were. It is meant to make them regret there decisions in life and to show them that they are unworthy of it.

All I needed to do was grab a taxi to the hotel. My legs failed before I got to the street. The concrete bit into my jeans, making my knees sting. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. He didn’t hate me. He didn’t choose his dream or his old life over me. He didn’t think they were better. He didn’t decide he could do better. I couldn’t hate him over this. I couldn’t fucking hate him. I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t move on. Because he didn’t remember. He never remembered me. Our time. All of it. The whirlwind, the promises, the adoration, the love. I was the only one who held it. The half of a heart and soul that was left of me screamed in pain. It was as though it all n

It is filled in Evan's mind since childhood by his grandmother. He also accepted all this and suppressed the feeling rising in his heart for Aubrey. But he could see that Aubrey's feelings were being apprehended by everyone. He didn't want to give any false hope to her so he ignored Aubrey. But the heart is not under anyone's control, the same happened with Evan, his heart neither listened to him nor was in his control. He fell for her. It's not within our control to fall in love but to go far away from that love is within our control. Evan did the same. He leaves the country. While he was abroad he tried to forget about her, he returned to the country and then again his eyes were looking fo

"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."

He remembered the sound of her laughter, a melody that echoed in his mind and brought a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the ache of longing. He reached for the small box where he kept the cellphone. A lifeline to their hidden love affair. It was a treasure trove of memories. A digital archive of their stolen moments of passion and tenderness. Nestor hesitated, his thumb hovering over the power button, unsure if he could bear to relive those memories again or if it would only deepen the ache in his heart.

In his agenda, he is hopeful that they could start all over again. “My King, I have never lost sight of who are dear to me. I may have tried to distance myself from you but it is just to protect my wearied heart. But my feelings never faltered. You have my heart, the whole of it.” Queen Meridian replies in a whisper. The King sits beside his Queen and gently takes the combing shell from his Queen's hand. He allows it to drop carelessly on the floor. Then, he holds both of her hands and places them on his own chest, right where his heart is.

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.

We had found love. The end…