Love In Memories Novels & Stories

Her health was abruptly falling like her heart pieces but too numb by her emotions to bother. She felt like a fool to believe his words and consider forgiving his sins. He never deserved to be at peace in her eyes. Her shaking legs stumbled on her heels as a foreign hand held her from the back. The owner of this grip turned her around and secured her around his arms. She lifts her head only to meet those eyes that always claimed to be guilty but end up closing on her sufferings. Those eyes are the ones she used to love secretly, and he turned them into hate and fear.

What makes relationship stronger is nothing but 'Memories'. Everything in this earth is controlled by memories. Actually, love is also nothing but a memory. You have to cherish old things, the things which ones made you laugh, which made you happy, which cured you, and the ones which made you fall in love. The one who fantasize these old memories time to time never gets bored of his/her relationship. Love is nothing but a memory.

Remembered. "Listen to this." Damon reads. "Day seven hundred. 'Kai looked at me this morning like he loved me for the first time. And technically he did. First time today. But also the seven hundredth time total. And I wonder. Does it count as love if you forget it nightly? Is repeated first-time-love more real or less real than remembered continuous-love? I don't know. But I choose to believe it's more real. Because choosing daily is harder than choosing once. Love that survives forgetting is stronger than love that relies on memory. So yes. It counts. It's real. It's love. Day seven hundred of real love. Even if he doesn't remember day six hundred ninety-nine.'"

I need to think deeper and instead of being drowned by loneliness, I should just look at those who just want me to be happy and those who genuinely love me Maybe, love will fade but memories won't. You'll just drop it at the end of your brain but it'll stay there for the rest of your life whether you like it or not. You really don't have a choice when it comes to memories. You only need someone to trigger it and you'll say to yourself that nothing had changed, you've just made yourself grow and turn yourself into the best version of yourself which can still be improved if you'll keep on growing. Look at those who are having amnesias. They may have forgotten everything or some memories that t

Because his heart will refuse to forget this. “Oh heart, bear it in your chambers that someone like Essi has learned to love a forgotten one like me. In this way, my memories with her will always be traced across time and space. My story with her will continue until the end and even until the next life. And I, myself, will know that I love her, no matter how the times would change. No matter if memories persist or dissipate. Remember that I love her more than she know it. More than I could ever tell.”

She seemed to melt into him for a few seconds and he could feel the memories coming back to him. He'd known it wasn't love back then, when they dated in high school, but that didn't mean that he didn't really care about her. After a few long quiet moments, broken only by the sounds of his sisters getting settled on the deck and divesting themselves of what little remained of their clothing, Mike and Emily pulled apart and headed towards the deck.

I know I should let go, but I'm in love with the ache, The memories of her presence, how they still awake. In the quiet of night, I hear her soft sighs, Feel her presence linger, like whispers in disguise. I'm drawn to the pain, like a moth to the flame, Ensnared by the memories, haunted by her name. Though I know I should move on, start anew, The pull of her absence, it cuts me through, For love's not just joy, but the pain that it brings, A bittersweet melody, where heartache sings.

I had stayed awake for an hour just watching her, counting her breaths, memorizing every inch of her face. I sat at the edge of the bed and grabbed the pillow, sniffing it and inhaling her scent. My eyes watered as the memories came in a flood. Our last moment together when I told her I loved her, haunted me. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. I missed her so much it was making me sick. My phone buzzed. A reminder notification. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. Birthday reminder: Bowie Reyes- December 18th.

My breathing became abnormal when the memories started to roll in. That night. I can never forget what happened. I can still feel the burning sensation in my back when he had caused me a bruise. my helpless cries and pleas. I could hear them all over again. I could hear them like it was happening in front of me. I closed my eyes to deprive myself of the illusions but it didn’t help. His face was all I could see. His words still resonated in my ears and I tried to shake my head from all of those haunting memories.

His hair was messy, his eyes bloodshot, that look made me crawl, it wasn’t love, it wasn’t even anger—it was obsession. “You don't remember?” Slowly, the events of last night came crashing into my head all at once, making me dizzy, I winced slightly from the pounding that came with the memory. “Lucas,” I whispered. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He crouched in front of me, his eyes scanning my face “You don’t get it, Emily. You were mine from the beginning.” “Are you insane?” I hissed. “Is this how I'll be yours? In ropes?”