Is Forgotten Love A True Story Novels & Stories

I sighed. Everything I'd learned felt unbearably heavy. Not once in my life did I ever imagine I'd fall in love with a beggar, only to later find out he had amnesia, and then be abandoned because when his real memories returned, I was erased from his mind. I thought that only happened in movies. Apparently not. Tears slipped down my face again. It hurt so much, but I truly loved Carlos. Maybe that's just what love is. You sacrifice for the person you love.

" How did you get through Cleopatra not remembering who you were and what the both of you went through? " "It was frustrating at first because I couldn't understand why somebody could forget that they loved you and they could forget what you both said but the kind of love that you and Max will have as a once-in-a-lifetime type of thing and if you can't remember it just trust that he will remember believe in the power of love that it will get you through what you're going through right now." "I've given up on love. You know Maxwell is a combination of both Daniel and Dexter messed up together. I just can't believe he did what he did and I don't know what secrets I'm still going to find out."

I didn’t bother to throw him a glance after that until I felt his presence slowly vanish and the sound of the door that have been locked. After that tears started to slip freely out of its cage, as my hands held the glass railing of the veranda tightly. His first love? That’s bullsh*t. Just because she came back he has already forgotten me. That’s it? Is that how our short love story will end?

Jack said quietly. “How?!” I screamed, my voice cracking. “How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.”

I pulled away to face him again and cupped his face gently as tears continued falling. "I-I can remember you now... I can remember everything..." I sobbed painfully as I caressed his cheek. His lips parted. "W-What?" He whispered in shock. His eyes brimmed with tears until they fell like a falls. "Oh, god!" He hugged me tightly as he kissed my head. I felt him shaking miserably. My heart hurt at everything. I can finally remember him now. I remember how I fell in love with him. I remember the hardships we have been through together. I remember now... I am finally free...

Did I really want to know? "They.. took you from her" he looked at the floor as a stray tear falls "they cut you out of her and.. they just left her.. left her there to die. Alone" a growl followed by more tears "and you.. you were just gone. I hunted high and low for a week before I found you" a small smile appeared on his lips as he remembered finding me after thinking I was lost forever. I feel my heart shatter as my breath catches in my throat at the sudden realisation of what I've just been told.

I also stopped laughing and asked, “You’re joking, right?” He looked down and smiled, “I’m not. I’ve always loved you from the beginning. I’ve loved you even more that you began to love me.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You’re lying. I’ve loved you since your 18th birthday! You only began to care for me when I came back. There is no way that you loved me before I did.” “So, you forgot about me, huh?” He whispered under his breath. “Forgot? What? Did we know each other before?”

His tears started to flow down his face. "I'm the one who should apologize to you, love. I'm the one you need during those times but I'm not there with you. I want to tell you that I have not forgotten you or tried to forget you. Honestly, that person buried in what we believed to be your grave was loved because I thought it was you. I always visit her with Mother Tanna and our children. I just stopped visiting that grave when I saw you again, because no matter how many times you told me before that you are not my wife, I will find a way to find out the truth."

“Do yourself a favor. Take a look in the mirror. Do you really think I’d make the same mistake twice?” His jaw tightened. “Claire, do you have to be this cold?” His voice turned sharper. “We were married for eight years. You took everything from me and pushed things this far. Doesn’t that bother you at all? “What we had… did it mean nothing to you?” I shook my head. How had I ever loved someone like him? “Adrian, don’t talk to me about feelings. “I never wronged you. “I gave you the startup capital. I helped build this company from nothing. I drank myself sick closing deals while you sat back and enjoyed the results.

I pulled my phone from my pocket with trembling fingers and dialed a number I had memorized but never used, and when the voice on the other end answered, I whispered, "It's over, come and get me, and tell the legal team to prepare everything because I'm taking back every line of code and every cent I ever gave them." ​The hallway began to spin, the adrenaline finally leaving my body and leaving a hollow, freezing cold in its place, and as I heard a maid scream my name from the end of the corridor, the floor seemed to rise up to meet me. My eyes flickered shut just as I heard the distant sound of a heavy car pulling into the driveway, and my last thought wasn't about Slade or his hatred, but