Novel & Cerita Love In Memories

"My only OA when it comes to Eli, eh. You know what? I doubt my love for him again, just now." "But I keep thinking how we started being together and keep taking a trip down memory lane for which I am able to get back to my senses. Yes, there are always things that will bother my mind which enables me to start doubting, but the memories still hold a vital role in my life and have a superpower to take me back to my current stand, loving no one but Eli." My only armor is those good memories I share with Eli. Those well-crafted, pristine, exceptional memories that will be forever placed inside my heart... Now my love for Eli has become crystal clear.

Seeing how she was saying those words so earnestly, Liam shook her head in despair, "Why? V, how is it that you could love me so much when you lost your memories but as soon as you get your memories back…you don't even hesitate to say such hurtful things." "You said it yourself that it was when I lost my memories." Ivy smiled bitterly. "And I only have you by my side and of course, I'd see you as my man, and I'd love you and rely on you." "But I've gotten back my memories now. How can I keep fooling myself?" Liam was rendered speechless. But he had already seen this coming, did he not? He had been enjoying her love and her care whilst worrying that she would hate her for taking advantage of

It amalgamated with the love I had for her and formed a stronger alloy that had made a permanent place in my heart. While the memory was an old one, it was one of those moments that had altered my brain chemistry forever. I had been rewired to love her unconditionally for the rest of my life. That night, I had fallen asleep feeling blessed and content. Tonight, it felt like a punishment. A line I had read in Lois Lowry’s book years ago floated into my mind - ‘the worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.’

The memories, like shards of glass, pierced through her mind, as she recalled the passionate moments shared with Aiden. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the bittersweet waves of remembrance, and found herself transported back to that fateful day when Aiden first professed his love. It was a moment etched in her memory with the precision of an artist's brushstroke. The sky blazed with hues of crimson and gold, mirroring the intensity of their emotions. "I love you, Chloe," Aiden had said, his voice trembling with vulnerability, yet filled with an unwavering conviction. The words hung in the air, pregnant with anticipation.

Cinyla's POV Those memories are almost flawless, they form over and over again in my mind as if they were a drama going on, and continuing over and over until they are perfect. It's just annoying because I don't know how to forget him, how to get rid of the last words he let out. "I love you, Cinyla. I love you." "I love you, Cinyla. I love you." "I love you, Cinyla. I love you." Ugh! It's exhausting!

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

Yet, as his eyes remain shut, his mind wanders to a distant memory, a fleeting glimpse of a love that could never be. His heart aches with a longing that refuses to subside, a bittersweet yearning for someone who is forever out of reach. He recalls the laughter, the whispers, and the tender touches that now taunt him with their absence. The memories swirl like a maelstrom, a vortex of emotions that threaten to consume him whole.

That’s so wrong to think that a boy mistreated a girl because he liked her. I roll on my back, resting both my hands on my stomach, and I close my eyes feeling the tears burning. Memories from my past come crashing, and I try to avoid them, but it’s been far too long, and they need to resurface. I had a boyfriend in high school. I thought he was it for me. So stupid. I had no clue what love was, and looking back, neither did he. **Memories**

I continue to get flowers every day—always a Gerbera daisy paired with another bloom. A sunflower to remind me of the day we stopped on a road trip back from a cabin our families rented and traipsed through a sunflower field. A rose to remind me of the bouquet he gave me on my high school graduation day. A lily to remind me of the time he took the blame when I broke my mom’s favorite crystal lily. Each day brought a different flower, a different memory. And with every memory, he told me what he missed—my smile, my eyes, my laugh, my compassion.

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h