I Can't Remember To Forget You Book Novels & Stories

But I won’t be a pawn anymore. I’m done playing. I won’t beg. I won’t chase. He can act like I never existed— Then I’ll show him what real forgetting looks like. Not just pretending. Erasing. It’ll hurt. God, it’ll hurt. But I didn’t survive all those sleepless nights, all that heartbreak, just to hear in the end: "I don’t even remember you." No. Now I will forget. And this time… completely.

Trevor doesn’t believe in such fairytales, I think, as the bitter taste of bile rises deep in my throat and makes me shake my head. “We want different things,” I say to my best friend. “There’s no use wanting someone who won’t let himself feel the same way.” The solemn echo of my words settles deep inside my heart. All I had to do was forget about Trevor now and hope it’ll get easier to forget the memories we shared as the days rolled by. *** Forgetting is harder than I anticipated it to be. I tossed around on my bed that evening after closing Espresso Books for the day and found myself itching with the urge to call him and listen to the velvety smooth timbre of his voice.

And now I really broke my promise to you, My Shasha, that I will not leave her. And why did she forget me? I really miss My Shasha, she quickly forgot me. Yes, we met when we were young but the only part that hurts is that she can't remember me. I smiled bitterly because the things I destroyed in the past came back, my past I want to forget but how can I forget if she was there in my past?

"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

Why am I choosing to drown myself in alcohol? Two words. To forget. This may not be permanent but I can live with this temporary relief of pain. Even just for tonight, I’d stop hurting from everything he did to me. How could he forget me? I don’t get it! He was the person who told me that he likes me, that he didn’t want to go around the bush. He was the man who told me he’d be there for me. What the hell happened? How can he sleep telling me he loves me to death one night then wake up not remembering me at all? How did he manage to forget me in a span of a night? How come? Why?

“She wasn’t supposed to forget me.” I laughed — a broken, bitter sound that didn’t sound like me. “I wasn’t supposed to?” “I’m sorry, what did you expect me to do after you all uprooted yourselves from my life suddenly? You said to forget.” Nico tried to reach for me and I took a step back, my voice cracking. “And I tried to forget.” . “I tried to forget you every single day. I tried to erase your faces, your voices, the way you left. I wanted to forget you, Nico, because remembering hurt too much.”

, I explained, digging my hands into my head and hissing out of frustration Just then, something clicked in my head and immediately, I froze in my tracks. “Was I having a messed memory now? Or was I beginning to forget things?” I silently asked myself as I drifted off in thoughts. The book had gone missing in the library…not here in the room. How could I have forgotten something as sensitive as that? “The book was not here…it was in the library”, I said under my breath as I scampered off to the library, hoping that it was opened for me to do my search.

I am forever grateful to her for it. It hurt, of course, it did. Was I used to it, not entirely? I kept it away from them for 7 years. It doesn't matter now, I am in a good place in life. That memory won't be forgotten. My principle is to forgive but never forget. He ruined me, they ruined.

As she followed him out into the night, Camila realized two things: One: she'd just agreed to live in her mysterious, grumpy boss's property. Two: the man who claimed not to remember her had a photo of her on his phone. And she was going to find out why. Why she also can’t remember properly how or where she took that photo. But that person is definitely her.

Tabitha looked disgusted, “to burn it, silly girl. That book shouldn’t exist. If you don’t believe me, you can watch me burn it.” “I will. But I don’t even know where this Helena is or how to kill her. I don’t even know why this all happened to me and why and if it made me kill people. I need your help to remember more, Tabitha. You need to do that weird thing where you go inside my head again.”