I Can't Remember To Forget You Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But again my mind speak up but he forget you Didn't remember even he is famous business man how can he remember simple girl like you. This thought pinching my heart ,I say to my mind shut up and I hurriedly wipe my tears which slipped from eyes bcoz of my stupid mind's stupid thoughts I again looking at the sky and say I know he remember me how can he forget me he can't I am his best friend everytime he chant my name and now how can he forget me. again I wipe my tears and went to my table collect my things and and straight my way to out of this cabin and out of this building I took a cab in the whole journey I don't know I was just lost somewhere but the driver stop the car and I understand

It is that feeling of helplessness at not being able to turn the page in this tortuous book I call life that overwhelms me. It seems an unfeasible task to forget him, and then I wonder how I can ever leave behind the memory of the man who is still fully alive in my mind. The man who marked me, to whom I gave my body, love and soul. And who embedded himself in my heart forever.

XAVIER'S P.O.V .... Iris.... My lips mumbling out her name again, I held the glass tighter into my hands, before slowly parting my shaking lips again. I WILL FORGET YOU. My shaky eyes looking back at the dark toxic alcoholic cup, I didn't care of any shitty thing else, but yet again I was wrong My dead alcoholic eyes immediately shifting to the side as the door immediately pushed open, even though I had just promised my shitty self of forgetting her, still I could feel my damn heart beating again.

Quentin and I both took a leave from school and flew back to my hometown on the same day. On the way back home, Quentin gently shook my hand and asked, "When did you remember? How did you remember?" I tilted my head. The winter in the south contained all four seasons, and today happened to be warm. I said leisurely, "I was brought to you because of that book before. Last night, I remembered you because of that book again." "It seems that the book is really worth being placed in the shrine." I sneered, "I threw it away. Terrible service, it made me forget about you!"

Richard watched across the room as Meena's eyes got round with some unknown emotion. "I'll beg your pardon! I am not a thing to be kept safe or tended to. I am a woman! And I want to be loved and cherished, and if you can't do that, then I will not marry you! EVER!" With that, she stomped on his foot to emphasize her point, turned and fled the entry way.

"No matter what, remember I'm not going anywhere." She gulped, his words crushing down on her own breast. "But what if I lose myself once more?" Lily struggled to breathe, her voice a prayer. What if I wake up one morning and forget everything I've battled for? "Then I will remind you what you are," he breathed hotly, though the words seemed inwardly branded upon her heart. "I'll remind you daily until you recall yourself. If you forget your memories, then I won't forget my love for you."

At the bottom of the page, written in jagged, hurried strokes of dark ink, was a single sentence that sent a paralyzing chill straight to my core: “If I ever forget the truth… don't let me trust my own memories.”

"Hello?" ​The same mysterious female voice spoke from the other end. "Watch the video." ​Javier stiffened as he overheard. "What video?" ​"The one inside the package," the woman replied. ​Nina's grip tightened around the phone. "Who are you?" ​The woman ignored the question. "If you want to know why your husband forgot your anniversary... start by learning what happened six years ago." ​The call disconnected. ​Without wasting another second, Nina hurried to her laptop and inserted the flash drive. Only one untitled file appeared on the screen. Javier clicked play.

I kept reading. “Those who open the chest without being entrusted to it invite ruin upon their own minds. The punishment is not immediate death, but something far crueler. The unchosen begin to lose their grip on memory. Thoughts slip away moments after forming. Recognition becomes familiarity without context. Knowledge surfaces—then vanishes—again and again.” My breath caught painfully in my chest. They remember… and forget. See… and forget. Know… and forget. The room felt suddenly too small. Lydia’s face flashed through my mind.

Hehe… Another reason was, because my memories seemed to vanish little by little. I’m afraid that one day, I wake up without any memories of you. I didn’t know about you, I forget about you. So, I need things to remind me of you. Even though maybe some day the goddess of fate will take all of my memories of you from my mind, my heart will remember it. Just like this letter, this book, this house, and Ben. I hope you find me in your next life. Once again, Thank you Kevin. I love you…