Romans & histoires Is Forgotten Love A True Story

I ask with venom lased in my voice. “You love.” “Hell no! We’ve already been through this, I don’t and I never will belong to anyone!” “Oh yes you do! And that person is me love.” He says with a little bit of an edge to his voice. I look him in the eyes and say, “Only in your dreams.” and walk away.

Waiting to be freed from the frozen bastille where it was caged. Mom used to tell me, it's hard to forget true love. It can be buried by time but it will take so long to forget it. In her case, she never did. Even decades later he has not been able to turn to others. I put in my mind that, that kind of love is a legend. Rare but very heart felt. Though at the same time, my vision of love was tainted on what I observed in my generation. It is a miracle to see pure love. Something as that can't be pure. That’s what I imprinted in my mind as a kid so I couldn’t believe in fairytales.

So how was I supposed to forget him now? Now that our love had left something behind. Now that I was carrying within me a living reminder of everything we once shared together. A child made from love. Our child. My chest tightened painfully at the thought. I already knew the truth deep inside my heart that I would never forget him. Theo was the first man I had ever truly loved and he would probably be the last. Even now, after everything he had done, after the way he rejected me and pushed me away without hesitation, my heart still chose him. I did not even know if I would ever be capable of loving someone else after this.

I had loved this people from the depth of my heart. They was nothing I wouldn't do for them if it makes them happy, and what did I get in return? A fake marriage certificate and the worst kind of betrayal in my books. How does love turn so sour? Was there ever a time they even genuinely cared about me? As I thought about all these, the tears began to fall in torrents. I know I'm supposed to be strong and keep my head held high, but how does one immediately forget years of giving and not receiving? Years of being blinded by love?

How could I ever forget that night? There was no way. It had haunted me for sixteen years. How could I forget the 5th of June, 2010? It had started like every normal night in our house. The night breeze felt unreal, cool against my skin, calming enough to sink into my bones. I was outside doing yoga. Sixteen-year-old me had been obsessed with it. I was an athlete, and I always felt the need to keep my body in shape.

Meanwhile Ethan barely looked up from his phone as he loosened his tie. “Traffic was insane,” he muttered. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Surely he remembered. Surely. Vivian shifted awkwardly beside him as he slowly looked up. His gaze followed hers toward the dining room, and I watched realization dawn across his face. He looked like he genuinely forgot, and it made my stomach drop. A strange ringing filled my ears. Seven years. Seven years together and he forgot our anniversary. Again. Not the first time.

I folded the photograph carefully and slipped it into my pocket beside the note and looked at the man who had been trying to reach me for three years and asked the only question that mattered. "What did they make him forget?" He looked at me steadily, the grey morning settling around all of us, and when he answered his voice was the quietest thing I had heard all night. "They didn't erase your marriage first." He paused. "They erased the day you fell in love."

That wrecked him. He limped toward me, reaching for my hand. I stepped back like it was nothing. "Mister, keep this up and I'm calling the cops." His eyes were wild, voice cracking as he yelled, "I don't believe you forgot me! Rhea, you said forever! I only forgot you because of that temporary amnesia—but I remember now! I know you're the one I love!" I laughed. Hard. What a clown. Acting like some tragic lover. Would he have "remembered" so fast if I hadn't walked away for good? Doubt it. He'd still be playing house with Juliet and her stupid little props.

The drink slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor. The illusion yesterday__ the little girl on the court__ wasn't an illusion at all. It was a memory. A memory I didn't know I still had. My chest tightened__ if our lives crossed before, why doesn't acknowledge it?, Why hide it? Or probably she had a memory loss?. A dangerous thought creeps into my mind . Does Adrian know?.

God. I wanted to believe every word... I truly did... because loving him had never been difficult. But a tiny part of my heart still refused to let go… it still had doubts and questions that lingered. My voice trembled. "But Sarah was your first love, Vincent. How do I forget that? A love like that... it doesn't truly disappear." Vincent slowly shook his head again. "She may have been my first love... But you..." A tear slipped from the corner of his eye. "You became my forever. You are the woman who holds my heart. The one who taught me what love truly means. The one I chose every single day after we married."