I Forgot To Be Your Lover Novels & Stories

Maria replied with a sad tone. “What do you mean hold?” Daria asked again but Maria seemed hesitant, “I’m sorry if am offending you” Daria drew back. “No it’s fine I actually had a terrible experience with love” Marisa paused asking for another refill, “I fell in love with the most beautiful man I had ever seen, but he wasn’t in love with me at the time we met, my friend seduced him” she paused again. “And they had a fall out leading to his disappearance, so hear I am, unable to find love again”she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

The scene where I was telling him that I don't want to be where I am right now. "I didn't mean it, love. I... I was just drunk that's why I said that. I..." "I am sure you didn't mean it, Jha, because that is one of the things you just wished to happen. It hurts me how eager you were to forget everything. You even beg for me to knock your head on something that just to have amnesia. You wanted to forget everything so bad that you are willing to do everything just like how willing you were to do whatever it takes for me to love you back."

She said " Listen Sanjh and listen to me carefully. I love you and I can't freaking forget you, you're not a thing that I will forgot in a snap. You're the first girl whom I have loved in my whole 26 years of existence. You're the one who is perfect for me. You're the one whom I want in my life as my life partner. I'm ready to give you time as long as you want but please don't tell me to forget you, "I said

I do now how I’m going to stay away from you in Russia, but please remember, I will come back for you because I love you more and more. By Chloe Millan (Your buddy I’ll be your lover)

Fear came naturally after that. Control became everything. Control meant predictability. Clean decisions. No surprises. It helped me forget the chaos Rose and her sister dragged into our world. Almost. There was one memory that refused to fade. Zena. Even thinking her name tightened something in my chest. Years had passed, yet her face remained sharp in my mind, her voice lingering in memories I never invited back. It irritated me more than I wanted to admit. I never figured out what she had been to me. Love felt too soft for something that unsettled me this deeply. Hate felt dishonest. Attraction felt too small for the weight she carried inside my head.

"Well, I just used your face as my profile picture for over two months now… And…" "You hook me up with a spouse without my consent, and definitely he asked of your address which was mine right!…" I paused and went towards the fridge to get some water. I was feeling hot and angry, yet these women tried to sneak out to avoid questions. It was a good thing I got my eyes on them. "I'm not done talking!" I screamed, and they sat back on the chair confused. "Do you even know him? How can you believe audio love?" I cautioned.

"No, we would I just annoyed because I remember the day when you're still mean at me Do you remember you even made me your slave You're almost mad at me, and do you remember the day that you has an amnesia to remember how you put some bubble gum into my hair and then When I get mad at you You kiss me our classmate remember that?" I hug her even if the cat was in between us and I said I'm sorry okay I only do that because I think if you will be my slaves you would spend a lot of times with me and when I had amnesia I haven't know what am I doing in that kiss the truth is I think that was the beginning of Why I remember you again but still I'm sorry for the things that I've done but believed m

I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I love you, Amor. But you need to forget this love and everything about it. Maybe you would find out about me from the others, but by then you wouldn’t have my memories or emotions attached to me. You would just remember me as your luna, whom you forgot. Goodbye, husband.” He struggled to stay awake. He reached out to touch my face, but I crawled down from the bed. “No… you lied…” “So did you…” His eyes flickered, his lips quivered as he spoke before diving into a deep slumber that was necessary to erase my memories from his mind. His hand dropped limp on the bed.

That same look of total disbelief spread across her face. I smiled coldly. "I used to what? Used to love you so much I'd forgive anything? Yeah, I did. I loved you enough to wait ten years and nearly die for you. I loved you enough to keep loving you like a pathetic fool even while you were hung up over Roman. "But nobody's love is bottomless, Maren. It runs out." I tilted my head and looked at her. "What made you think that after everything you did to me, you could just waltz in here, crook your finger, toss out some worthless 'I love you,' and I'd come running back to your side?

The other things. I know that love is not the adjusting. Not the small accommodations. Not making yourself easy to be around so the person you love will stay. I spent two years calling that devotion. It was not devotion. It was disappearing. And I was very good at disappearing and had mistaken it for loyalty for longer than I want to count.