Forgotten Lover Novels & Stories

Yet, deep inside, there was a longing that was hard to ignore. "I know this sounds strange," I replied, my voice trembling. "After all the mistakes and wounds, how could I possibly forget everything? Is that really possible?" Mariana looked at me with understanding. "Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting, Ma'am. It’s a process that can free you from emotional burdens. If that dream signals a chance to rekindle your relationship, perhaps there’s something to learn from this situation. It might not just be about love, but also about understanding and renewal."

"Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." "Hmm. Of course you know you why be buried." "I totally forgot." She pulled a good chain from her neck, pulled out Ryan's hand and placed it in his hands. "Well, I don't know what the future holds but you can summon me with that. It's very precious to me. Remember you gave it to me after you deflo

She didn't know how much she had drunk, but she was half awake and half drunk, slumped on the bar counter, her coquettish eyes wandering due to the alcohol. How long could one persist in loving someone? Liliana Forger didn't know what love meant to others, but her love for that man had been buried deep in her heart for more than ten years. The story was not new, and it resembled the plot of a TV drama. After their wealthy father regained his playboy ways, he wanted to divorce their mother to marry his new love and bring the new love and their daughter back home. Their mother didn't object and immediately agreed, leaving Liliana and the eldest brother to live with their father.

The boy who is – was Jett – holds his breath again trying to imagine a version of this day where Daniel wakes up and sees him, ‘remembers’ him; where he strokes his cheeks and say, “Good Morning, Love” Sadly, that is not going to happen. It will be a repeated vacant expression from him. A familiar situation wherein he tries to fill the gaps of his memory of where ‘Luke’ should be. He has seen that face enough. He didn’t want to see it again. He slides out of the bed, grabs his clothes before he wakes up and walks out of the rented hotel room.

"What am I doing in this story, Renato?" "To help me get rid of him in my memory. To help me forget him." I said the words, and I held my breath, waiting for him to say something. Anything at all. "Fuck!" He cursed, refusing to open his eyes. It was too much going on for me to decipher what that expression on his face meant. "I really want to live again," I whispered, choosing my words with care. "To love again." I took his hand in mine, pressing it against my racing heart. "Without being haunted by the ghost of my dead lover."

I felt found. And maybe the past experience wasn’t everything. Maybe some kinds of love stayed deeper—beyond memory, but never forgotten by the heart. His breathing grew slow and steady. I traced lazy circles on his chest, saying words he didn’t hear. “Darcy, I think I've fallen for you since when I don’t remember loving you,” I said, He didn’t answer me, sleep took him away. And since after the accident, I let myself believe that maybe forgetting the past could be a kind of beginning to a better future.

“Tell me, what happened?” I didn’t want to remember, but her words triggered the memories of my confrontation with Damon. His words were like fresh wounds. I was scarred for life. He saw me as nothing. I was just a mate he had rejected and nothing other than a surrogate. That was what I was to him. The way he had held me that night while he fucked me to oblivion wasn’t engraved in his memory like it was in mine and now I hated it. “I’m so sorry, Naomi,” I finally said. “I almost did something stupid.”

"We were fated mates. That’s the Luna mark — it comes out when there is a mate bond but it’s supposed to disappear when the bond is broken. But it's coming back." "But why now?" Amaya leaned in to get a closer look at the mark. "What changed?" “The following-close,” I said, recalling what Darius had said. " When he was about to take me, I think that brought our original bond to life. That is why his memories returned.” I shut my eyes, attempting to fill the pieces in from my own restored past. I had loved Darius with the pure and innocent adoration of a young, fairy-tale-believing girl. I’d thought being fated mates meant we’d overcome anything, that love would defeat all.

"It's okay. Even if you forget tomorrow, it's okay. I'll just tell you again. If you forget next year, I'll tell you then, too. Life is long, and I have all the time in the world to wait for you." The rocking chair creaked softly. The sunlight filtered through the trellis, warming us both. I didn't remember much. I didn't remember the past, and I wouldn't remember tomorrow. But I knew that in this moment, the hand I was holding was the only home I'd ever need. Disease might steal the clarity of the past, but his love had already become a part of my very soul. No matter how many times I forgot, my heart would always find him faster than my memory ever could.

She had been in his life before she was in his life. She turned that around in her mind. A summer she had no memory of. A young man she had not yet known. She had done what she had done and walked away and forgotten about it entirely because it had not seemed like a thing worth remembering. She had pulled a stranger out of the water and kept going because that was who she was. She did what needed doing and moved on. She had been moving on ever since. And the debt she had not known she was owed had been handed to someone else for fifteen years.