Novel & Cerita I Can't Remember To Forget You Book

I placed the picture on my table and flipped the page again expecting another picture to fall out but instead, I saw an acknowledgment note. To the absolute love of my life, Nathaniel Carter. I understand how confused and disoriented losing your memory must make you feel but I do hope this book helps you to answer all of your questions and I hope you can remember me again. You know where to find me(that is if you remember me again) I love you so much, Nathaniel and I miss you badly that it hurts.

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

He wanted me to forget everyone. "They are the reason you won't let him go. Forget about them, Sophia. In this life, you'll only have me" The more he pressed, the harder I fought. And when he realized it wasn't working, he switched his tactics "Alright then. You want to remember him so much? Let me help you" he started reversing what he'd done. Asking me to remember instead of forgetting. To my surprise, it worked. For a moment, I recalled everything about Kaden. How Camden tricked me into meeting him every day and taking walks with him. How he used my insecurity to make me forget Kaden. But that wasn't all.

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

Hidden behind a row of business biographies was an old leather journal. The edges had faded with age. He opened it carefully. Every page carried a date. Every page carried a memory. Every page was about one person. Amara. He turned to the final entry. The ink had begun to fade. It was dated exactly seven years earlier. Today I lost the woman I planned to spend my life with. If she is happier without me, l'll let her go. But I don't think I'll ever understand why she left without looking back. Ethan closed the journal.

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca—the youngest Don in New York’s underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don’t confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our p

I smiled to myself, shaking my head, and then noticed her phone lying on the table. "Ugh, this girl," I muttered, picking it up. Just as I stood, I remembered something else. "Oh! I forgot to remind her to come home with me in the evening." Without thinking, I grabbed my strawberry smoothie and hurried after her, weaving through the hallway toward Tower One, hoping I could catch her before she disappeared again.

I fell silent; The sadness suddenly gripped me firmly that my heart was dying when I realized why my boss didn't remember me. “No! Don't make him remember me. He must forget me forever,” I said in tears. “What? But, why?” he asked, curious. “Didn't you realize why he remembered you and everything, but he didn't remember me at all?” I asked him. He furrowed his brows in thought as he continued to stare into my eyes. “It was because he wanted to forget his worst memories. His heart was suffering so much because of me that he couldn't take it anymore.”

The cover is worn, soft under my fingers, like someone's held this book a lot and loved it. I open it carefully, turning the pages one by on, and then it happens again. A voice. My voice. Soft and sad and so familiar it makes my chest ache. "Love is so short, forgetting is so long." I hear myself saying those words. I don't know when. I don't know where. But I said them. I meant them. I close the book hard. My knees buckle. I slide down the shelf until I am sitting on the floor, my back pressed against the stacks, the book still clutched in my hands.

"Jason darling, don't act like you forgot who I am just because you got rich. I remember that red mole on your ass clear as day." Sarah's brain seemed to short-circuit. Time stopped. Then she turned slowly and backhanded Yvonne so hard she hit the floor. Yvonne lay there, blood streaming from her nose. She looked up and saw Sarah coming toward her. She scrambled to her feet and ran. Everyone in the room turned back to me. I stood as straight as I could, but I couldn't stop shaking. "I have nothing to do with her. You can investigate. You can—"