Novel & Cerita I Remember When We Broke Up

"That is why you keep believing I am her when I am not." A strange pressure filled the air. The pressure felt heavy, like I was being swallowed but I didn't stop. If I didn't say it, I don't know when I would have the courage to do so. "My memories of my past are intact and never, not once, have I shared such intimate moments with you." My throat tightened. "Infact, during those years… starting from 21…" My voice faltered. My vision blurred. "I had broken up with my boyfriend because he left me and went abroad without telling me…"

It's still there locked up in my safe, I could not do it, I could not throw it away, I could not crush it. I could only look at it remembering the good days, Remembering the painful memories. How my world broke apart, how the only thing that was a source of light left, how it perished. How she Left me in the Time I both needed her. And I was so broken, could not reach out for her, and I had to struggle to get to this point, to get to this heights. I'd given up those years. Given up those painful memories. I'd forgotten everything.

"Were we breaking up?" She pulls free, wraps her arms around herself. "It doesn't matter now. You don't remember, so we get a fresh start. We can be what we were supposed to be." "That's not how this works." I'm backing away from her, pieces clicking into place. "You can't just rewrite history because I lost my memories." "I'm not rewriting anything." But her eyes won't meet mine. "I'm just... we were going through a rough patch. You were confused. But we loved each other—"

Something which led to our break up and now, she was out of my life and out of my hold. “Fuck Maverick!” I drove my fist into the wall of the dark corner, shattering the wall my fist came in contact with. “You’ve fucked up so badly.” I muttered to myself, plugging my fingers into the thick of my hair. My fist was bleeding profusely, but that was the least of my problems. I had other problems, which deserved my attention and one of those includes my memories. I keep remembering fragments of them often, so I’ve come to terms with the truth. Mr. Vuk didn’t lie to me.

“Do not play innocent with me. I know girls like you, acting all innocent and pretending to be helpless to get a man’s attention. Pick me homewreckers. Maurice might be blind to your cunning act but I am not. And I will make him see the truth. And when I do, he will abandon you faster the second time. Do you understand?” I would if she slowed down a little and explained what exactly was happening. I did not understand anything she was saying. Of course, I registered it but understanding it was a different matter. If I were to believe what she was saying, Maurice and I were broken mates. Why? Breaking a mate’s bind is one of the craziest things that could happen. I did not remember much but I

I kept telling myself as I was walking down towards where they were sitting because I don't know why I'm still affected by everything that happened between Eric and me. I thought that by now things would have gotten a lot better for me because it's been two years already since we broke up, and I'm still finding it hard to forget about everything that transpired between the both of us; even the last words he said to me still linger in my head like it was yesterday. I find it very hard to forget everything, maybe because I loved him so much and I was too broken.

She took another trip down memory lane. She felt wronged and sad. She had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. But did it still matter? The damage had been done. Stella held herself back and said, "Let go of my hand. You're hurting me." Jasper didn't let go of her but loosened his grasp a little. He looked into her eyes. "We didn't break up at all, am I right? We lost contact because I lost my memory, am I right?"

When our eyes met, the memories that I keep hiding in the dark suddenly came as if they are some kind of movies in my mind. All of the memories that I shared with him, they are all coming back in my mind. There is one memory that got too stuck up inside my head. The day that I tried comforting him for the first time. ("There are no couples braking up for no reason.") ("I love you.") They said... Roses are red, Violets are blue, I chatted, You replied, Few months ago, We acted like we never knew each other. "Hey, this is a story I hate

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

It's essential to respect his right to privacy, I was going to tell her the doctor refuse I be in the room. I miss him, I miss us, and the crazy times we had running around the house, laughing and just being ourselves. When I walked into his room earlier, it was like a wave of nostalgia hit me. All these memories came flooding back, the good times, the bad times, everything. It hurts thinking about what we had and how it all ended. The last memory we made in that room was our breakup, and it's still painful. But what's even more painful is that he doesn't even remember any of it. Our entire relationship, all the highs and lows, it's like it never existed to him.