If I Remember Correctly Novels & Stories

Chapter 345 Max When your memory comes back a lot of things start to make sense and you can start putting the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that you thought was up in the air and you can find the right pieces to fit the picture and the little bits of memory that make the pieces fit together. I remembered a lot of things , and more specifically I remembered my time with my fiance. She is still my fiance. I just need to reaffirm to her the fact that she is my one and only.

Just a slow shake, like someone trying to recall something distant—and failing. "I don't remember."

“Do you not recall?” “I’m sorry,” I said, still trying to play the part of a gracious host. “I’ve had some memory loss from the past six years. There are holes… I don’t remember everything.” His eyes narrowed with obvious suspicion. “So you don’t remember me, Ian?” “No, I’m sorry,” I said. “I feel as if I maybe knew you briefly, but I just can’t recall.”

“I remember the last two digits of the car plates were 53, and it was a black SUV.” The police responded with a hint of disbelief, “But Ms Roberts, this happened six years ago and you yourself said you’ve suffered from temporary amnesia, so how can you be certain the things you’ve remembered are in fact correct?” Caroline replied steadily, “That’s because the man wanted to kill me, how can one possibly mistake the details of his or her killer? Furthermore, even during my amnesia, my retentive memory was perfectly okay.”

Suddenly, I remembered what Mom told me a while ago. Good thing Rusty is here... Thank goodness…

The bitter memory surfaced from the depth of my heart, sending a wave of melancholy through me. Irene didn’t fail to notice the sudden shift in my mood. As she placed her warm hand atop mine, she gave my fingers a gentle squeeze. “Are you alright?” “Yes.” I said, blinking away the tears, “I just remembered a bad memory.” I couldn’t tell if Irene had suspected that it had something to do with a previous pregnancy of mine as she didn’t probe me any further. Understanding that I didn’t want to dwell on the topic further, she tried to distract me.

I wanted to know if I could recall the details, no matter how small. “But…” The doctor paused and looked at me. “If you really want to recall the memory you've forgotten, I advise you to find someone to take you to the places where you used to spend time. By helping you do the things you're used to, they can help you recover rapidly.” I felt a surge of hope when the doctor told me I could remember. I nodded at her and replied, “Thank you, Doctor.”

I asked, looking surprised. “How…how can I do such a thing?” “Of course, you did. Don’t you remember?” ‘i… I do. I mean…I don’t” I paused and touched my forehead. “I can remember a lot of things but…my head is just so hot, I can’t…” “It’s fine. You shouldn’t rack your head over it” She told me and I took In a deep breath to help me stop thinking. Although the memories were a little blurry, I could recall some important things – like the strawberries.

I know I did. But he doesn’t even remember it. What the hell?

”dont look at me” I remember these words, and it broke me far much then it should