Impossible To Forget Novels & Stories

I've been chasing that happiness for life yet I still can't get it, and now that I'm tired of running towards it, I won't even entertain it if it'll go to me willingly. He kept on whispering sweet words in my ear to make me feel better, but despite his efforts, I just ended up staring at the white ceiling, I still can't forget about everything. Will I still be able to forget? Because I don't think so. It's already tattooed inside my mind and it's already hard to remove. It can even stay for life.

It was like she never grinned or even know how to smile as her mute and expressionless face stared remain still. "I have to kill" She stated "If I don't do it, I will always have to force myself to forget about the person if I live long" Alita removed her gaze from Mia and looked towards the direction of Alitalia but the girl was no longer there "You will miss me when I am gone" she added.

"You can do it, Yas. It's easy as long as you want to." "Why do you always tell me to forget Keenan? You don't know how hard it is to forget someone you've loved for a long time." Raga quickly shook his head in response to Yasmin's words, "You're wrong. I know how hard it is to forget the people I love. Take you for example. I've tried to forget you and forget my love for you, but it's hard. The more I try to forget you, the deeper I fall into that love."

I’m going to forget about her starting now. Well, I tried. But forgetting isn’t simple, unless you have Alzheimer’s. As a brain surgeon, I know that for a fact. Once the brain has made certain connections, they can’t be easily undone. Once the brain stores a memory, it’s there for life. Sometimes it gets dulled or buried under other memories, but it’s still there. Besides, it’s hard to forget someone when you see her every day.

I just hate all the hurt that she put me through, and I blame myself for letting her, yet my love for her never dies, and I guess this is what true love is. Even though I try to remember how she looked, her face, the dresses she wore, and her voice, I can only recall small bits and pieces. It seems I'm forgetting her, but I still remember all our happy moments despite all that has happened to us. I still remember everything about her, her smile, her endless laughs, her pretty face, her blushing, her relaxing expression after seeing me, her hugging me, her voice in the morning, her holding my hands and not letting me go, her friendship, her love, it's still hard for me to let go because she g

As the fire between us flared, burning everything, hearts, souls… I was thinking about only one thing, with bitterness and sadness. It’s not too late. He’ll forget. Sooner or later, he’ll forget me. He has to. And I… I’ll remember forever.

She was staring at the cold ash in the hearth, but it was obvious from her expression that she did not see it. “That would be difficult,” She finally said when Ginika thought she would not respond.” “I know,” Ginika shifted his weight, “It’s easy to follow the funeral rites and lower someone into the dust. The hardest part is how to forget their face.” “Forget?” Vera shook her head, “Never,” she said and sat down beside Ginika. The heavy clothing they wore was the only thing that kept their skin from touching each other. “We don’t forget then Gini,” Vera continued, and Ginika braced himself for the lecture, “We live with the memories. Those memories are the only thing we have. if we forget t

“It will take time, Cecilia. I’m not going to lie to you and say that the past will vanish overnight. But we’ll face it together. I’ll help you remember the good things. And I’ll help you forget the bad ones.” Her chest tightened at the thought. Forgetting Adrian forgetting all the pain seemed impossible. “But what if I can’t forget?” she asked, her voice trembling with the fear she hadn’t allowed herself to feel until now. “What if it’s always there, lingering in the back of my mind?”

"You forgot my face. You forgot my name. You forgot that night. You forgot everything that happened, everything we were, everything we could have been. You forgot. You chose to forget. Because it was easier. Because it was safer. Because it was all you knew how to do. Forget. Run. Start over somewhere else. Start over with nothing. Start over with no one. Start over as if nothing had ever existed, as if no one had ever existed, as if I had never existed." I want to tell him he's wrong. I want to tell him I didn't forget. That I never forgot. That I thought of him every day, every night, every time I looked at my children, every time I saw their blond hair, their light eyes, the way they laug

It just went back and forth like something that had found its own rhythm a long time ago and didn’t need anyone to manage it. “You’re impossible,” Marcus said at one point. “You knew that in the first week.” “I did.” “And you stayed.” “And I stayed.” She looked at him. “Why.” He didn’t hesitate. “Because impossible with you is better than easy with anyone else.” Cassidy blinked. Just once. Then she picked up her glass and looked away and said, “That is genuinely the most embarrassing thing you have ever said.” Marcus looked at her. “I know.” “In front of people.”