Love In Memories Novels & Stories

She asked and leaned back in her chair. "There's not much to talk about." Alissa dodged. “I had a lovely childhood and I have fond memories of it. My parents loved each other and we were a happy little family. Then when I was sixteen my father died, my mother couldn't stand it alone and a short time later got married again. But this man wasn't nearly as loving as my father. At some point I couldn't take it at home any longer and I ran away. ”She took a moment and Hannah looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry. But what did you do when you weren't home? You were still so young, didn't you have to go to school? "

"No matter how I treated you before, you always forgave me. Why can't you forgive me this time?" Her last words turned into a desperate scream. This time, Carter didn't reply. When he finally spoke again, his calm gaze carried a faint sadness. "Because I've realized that I might have loved the wrong person for the past eight years." He had fallen in love with the Misty of eight years ago—not the Misty who had become unrecognizable after marriage as she grieved the loss of Zach. His words were like a dagger, cutting straight to the heart. He had ruthlessly brushed off their past eight years together.

For the memories he'd lost, the love that had been stolen from him. His legs gave out and he slid down the wall, his head in his hands. The sobs that wracked his body were unlike anything I'd ever heard from him-deep sounds of pure agony. I wanted to go to him, to hold him, to tell him everything would be okay. But I couldn't move. Because in that moment, watching him grieve for her, I realized something that broke my heart: sometimes love doesn't need memories to exist. Sometimes it lives in the spaces between heartbeats, in the silent chambers of the soul, waiting to be remembered.

My first love started with 'I love you' and ended with 'I love you', I am not feeling sad nor happy, I just feel nothing right now, I have so many beautiful memories with Bacon which I can't remember anything. I just remember his insults and ill-treatment, I tried very hard to remember them but it's no use. Maybe it's because of his ill-treatment. If we love someone it's okay to be bound to our love but it would be foolish if we bear their rudeness and ill-treatment.

"Memories I could take with myself forever and live the rest of my life with them." Memories were what going to keep our love alive when our soul and heart would be marred by religion and time. Memories won't leave us when our bodies would be compelled to leave each other. Memories would stay with us with each breath we'd take without each other, with each beat our heart would pound without each other. The memories we weaved together would be the constant of our love, our forever and infinity even when we would no longer be with each other. Asher was still disturbed to be kind with words. He wasn't speaking anything and I was losing my control all over again. I didn't want to cry but I was b

“Wait.” “I am tired of waiting. I do not want to wait any longer. I am not going to wait for my memory to come back, because frankly, I do not need any reminder to know that I love you. I do not need to remember to know what’s inside here now,” she told him and pressed his hand against her chest, where her heart was beating fast and strong against his palm. “I love you, Jiev.” Hearing her say the words filled the emptiness he had lived with since she had lost her memories since she had not remembered him.

"I don't remember my mother. Don't remember killing her. But I feel—I feel grief. Love. Desperate wish I could have done better. That feeling is clearer now than when I had all my memories. It's—it's everything." The entity went silent. For a long time. Then— "You're still fading," she said. But her voice was uncertain now. Confused. "You're still losing yourselves. You're still becoming nothing. Love doesn't change that. Love doesn't—" "Love is everything," I said. "When memories fade. When self dissolves. When consciousness erodes. Love remains. Love is—is what we become. Not cage. Not prison. Not trap. Love that holds. Love that protects. Love that sacrifices. That's what we are now. That

She replied curtly, “Alright.” Perhaps, very few couples in this world could behave like them. They loved each other when they were together and did not quarrel when they split, parting ways courteously. He fulfilled his promise to her that he would let her go if she stopped loving him. This was because he still loved her. She sent him down when he left and said, “We can’t be friends because we loved each other deeply. Let’s delete each other’s contacts and go back to being strangers again.” “How do I delete what is in the mind? Can the memories be wiped clean?” Liam asked with a faint smile. He showed her his palm and said, “Vivian, if you have a medicine that can wipe away memories, will y

Every mile away from him can kill me. And I’ve got all that I need Right here in the passenger seat That song reminds me of our growing love but that love is just a memory. A painful memory. Our love will never grow now. It has ended long before it can bear flowers and ripens. It has ended, just like that. Maybe our love is not forever, but our memory does.

, She says in an angry tone. "I also have no interest in reading your diary. I just wanted to see what is the reason for your coming here and now I have come to know that reason. After reading what you wrote, I have come to know that whatever I was telling you just now, was right and you also know that everything I told you before is also true. I told you earlier also, I don't want to harm you in any way. I just wanted to tell you the truth at that time and I have already told you that. Smaran loved you falsely in the beginning. He had falsely pretended to love you and if I obey you and also believe that he fell in love with you later. But now it seems to me that since she has come to know t