Love In Memories Novels & Stories

“It didn’t matter that I lost my memory, I know in my heart that he is someone that I love deeply, and my brain didn’t remember most things but my body definitely did. Some memories of when we were dating have even been recovered. There is no way you can tell me that’s not right.” Calvin held Nirvana’s hand and looked at her sympathetically. “You love him, you are right about that. Your loyalty also runs as deep as your love runs, there’s no doubt about that. But does he love you the same way? You only remembered yourself loving him, do you remember him ever loving you?”

The bed was still unmade, sheets tangled, the imprint of where we’d lain together still visible. For a moment, I just stood there, staring. He’d left. I sank onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. The tears came again, silent this time. Not from guilt. Not from shame. But from something deeper. Love. Love I shouldn’t have remembered. Love I didn’t even understand anymore. My memories flickered — brief, disjointed flashes. Ares holding my hand in another life. His voice whispering my name. The sound of laughter, a promise, a kiss. Then pain. Blood. Betrayal.

Amelia snapped turning her head to Quinnel. "What?" "Do you even remember me? Freshman year? The entrance to the hallway?" She spat and Quinnel raised a brow at her. "See? He doesn't even remember me! Someone that I have been in love with for fucking 6 years, doesn't even fucking remember me! Aren't I just pathetic?" "And you ask why I did that to Navaeh?" She echoed in disbelief before she pushed herself up. Ashley hand went to her bag pocket and touched it making sure her phone was still recording.

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

He stepped closer, his gaze steady and serious. “But there is a cost. When you join the three pieces together, the bond will be rewritten one final time. And the part that holds your shared memories—every moment you have known each other, every choice you have made, every word you have spoken—will be absorbed into the truth. It will be preserved. But you will not remember it. You will know you love each other. You will know you chose each other. But you will not remember how. Or why. You will have to fall in love all over again.” Silence filled the chamber.

Before I could think of a fool proof plan the memories hit me full force. All the memories were too much. I should've never brought them back. I was weak when it came to love. How could they hurt me so badly. How could I escape fate. Luther would never let me go and I couldn't live with out him. The love was too strong. I only seen one option. I had to block everyone's memories and make it like we never really met. It was the only way as long as he didn't know, the document could never be used. and I had to try to block the love I had, that would be the hardest part.

After taking photos of both documents, I carefully put the box back. … Quinton was gone for half a month. During that time, I tried every possible way to recover my memories.

“Hello mami Can I speak to Bobby Cross the ocean I’m feelin very lonely Him ah sleep Mami wake him for me I’m on the phone I wanna talk to my baby Phone call doesn’t help when your feelin lonely Him cah tell you things make you feel sexy I’m on romantic call I’m talkin to my baby down in ah mi yard I’m on a romantic call My man patra nah go take the prowl Watch this” “I remember this song, but I don’t know from where.” “That’s normal. Sometimes small things come back out of nowhere. That’s a good sign. It means that your memory is coming back.”