Love In Memories Novels & Stories

why I convinced her to marry me. but I can't trust any girl..it is not important for me to love her..or gain her love...for me important thing is trustworthy wife..so I am doing right thinking this I slept.. Laura's pov.. what he think of himself..in this half month he never called me once to say sorry for his behaviour...and now he is calling me just because his mom said him to do so..leave it..Laura..without thinking anything I slept..ny girl..it is not important for me to love her..or gain her love...for me important thing is trustworthy wife..so I am doing right thinking this I slept..

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

Psychiatrists aren't that powerful," someone replied and dismissed my worries. "It's just your love fading away. The amnesia just hit the fast-forward button on it." "Love is a fleeting chemical reaction, after all." "That sounds miserable for your husband. If you can't get the feelings back, just get a divorce and stop dragging it out," someone suggested. "But what about my son?" I asked. "I carried him for nine months and gave birth to him. He's my flesh and blood, so how could those feelings fade, too?" The tone of the thread shifted. "That part does sound off. Are you hiding anything from us?"

Whereas the part in which I expressed my love for him till our journey which took place within the four walls was connected to my life when I got married to Andrew at the age of 20 for dating him for almost more than 4 years and then one night we had a huge fight after which he left the house and didn't come back for more than a week because of which I also complained in the police station regards to him being missing But after one week he himself came back after realizing his mistake and while him being away from me, I started reading the book which was romantic thriller titled " Love was when I loved you”, and this part of my real life was kept in my new memory which was injected in my min

"Lost love is still loved. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it." ― Mitch Albom *** ~Clara

Quietly he turned around and with staggered steps he left the mansion taking one of the cars with him he drove as fast he could, his legs never leaving the pedal as the car ride down the road His mind raced as memories of him and Daria played in his mind, and even more they came flooding his teeth gritting as Daria’s voice echoed in his head “I… love…..Nicholas….” Her voice dipped through his ears, like a knife stabbing his heart, her body in Nicholas' arm fully giving herself to him. It stung and he was not willing to be stung again by the same woman, Adrian pressed the brands hard, leaving tyre marks on the floor as he stopped in front of a bar the screeching sound loud enough it could be

"Thank you, I feel very happy to see you again..." People say first love will always be a beautiful memory because it gives lessons and the meaning of what true love means even though you can't have it. Or maybe that first love is still beautiful because it can never be achieved. It feels beautiful to love one-sidedly in silence, to be the deepest secret, to be treated so preciously, to be beautifully enthroned in a special corner of the heart. Whatever people say about the meaning of first love, for Joan Lee that first love is Debbie Wells. ***

Disregarding the similarities, I move on to the details Name: Starlia Love Preston. Age: Twenty-seven years old. I snicker at that, it'sThree years older than my wife is. Eye colour: Green Height: Nearly a foot taller, I go over the rest of the insignificant details, her Employment and Financial Information, Criminal History, Social and Behavioral Patterns, Surveillance Reports, and Public records but none of them matter, anyone can forge this type of thing. “So?” Luca clears his throat, just as Yuri enters, leaving his post on the balcony.

"Love is a force that transcends memories. It's more profound than the recollection of shared moments. It's in the way your hearts beat in unison, the way your souls recognize each other even in the absence of memories. Love is not confined to the past; it's a living, breathing entity that can be nurtured anew." Mariah wiped her tears, her resolve strengthening. "I won't let go of the love we had. Even if Adam doesn't remember, I'll make him feel it. I'll show him the life we dreamed of, the family he always wanted. I'll be there for him, every step of the way." A profound sadness washed over Mariah as she imagined what Adam was going through, his mind a blank canvas of forgotten moments, th

A family is a circle of love, not broken by a loss but made stronger by the memories, death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal, the loss is unmeasurable but so is the love left behind. When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure, death brings pain that time can only heal, no words could ease what we truly feel, those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day... unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear.