Love In New Memories Novels & Stories

Never in her wildest thoughts had she imagined that five years later they would meet again--under circumstances like this. He was completely paralyzed. His speech slurred. His hair had turned entirely white. He looked like a frail man in his seventies or eighties, not the vibrant man she once knew. "The most painful thing about love isn't separation," Ronald said softly. "It's the memories. Beautiful memories make you stand still... thinking you can still go back." "I thought we could go back too." "And that's why you ended up like this," Cecilia replied, her voice turning cold. "There are two things in this world you should never stare at directly--the sun and the human heart."

"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

“Kieran… look at them. They’re holding on. Even as the world tries to forget, they’re remembering. They’re choosing to remember. Every soul that calls my name… every heartbeat that believes… it anchors me.” He shook his head, voice heavy with awe and fear. “Nova… I feel it too. Every pulse of memory, every thread of hope… it’s feeding us. Stabilizing your signature. Strengthening your pulse. We are… stronger than they anticipated.” I let my voice break with raw intensity. “Stronger because of love. Stronger because of choice. Stronger because we fight together. You, me, mortals, everything that remembers. That is why you cannot win. Love is not a glitch.”

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.'"

“Will you still love me even if my memories never returned?” To my surprise, Luther stopped the car. He raised my chin to meet my eyes. And in a voice with no ounce of uncertainty, he replied, “Yes. It’s a pity that you wouldn’t remember how we got together, how we survived the storms in our lives together, and how you carried our daughter in your womb with so much love. But it will be okay. My love for you is more than just those memories, Alexandra. I can recall everything for the two of us. And then we will make new memories… if you want to.”

"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

He breaks away briefly, his voice raspy and deep, “I love you, I have loved only you all my life, Jay. Please don’t ever leave me. I will lose my mind, I will go crazy if you do.” My mind spins from his words. I don’t know how to react or feel. He says he loves me but it feels like a life threatening curse. I’m quiet as he presses a kiss on my forehead. “Get some sleep.” “Okay, good night,” I hear myself say, wishing on everything that I could just recover my memories. Maybe I could understand myself, understand Rowan and understand the situation better. Maybe everything will have been different. Accepting all these new feelings, these new things… is really hard for me when I don’t remember

His lips held mine, sending beautiful butterflies to my stomach and lingering shivers to my spine, the memories of last night flashes back to me. My hands turn icy cold and every single moment erase. "Whatever you do to me, I can't stop wanting you everyday" he carried me to sit on the tiles table in the kitchen, before making me wrap my legs behind his waist. I was about to enter heaven. Hey Lovelies Kindly comment:-* Don't forget to follow and share. See you in the next chapter.😉😉 Thanks for reading Xoxo Dim Leon 😘😘

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.

" I love you, Alex. Never forget that. Even when you get old with wrinkles, get grey hair, lose your teeth, and can't stand up straight, you'd still be my steaming hot diva. "He adds, and I can't help but explode with laughter. " I love you too Damon. Even when you start forgetting everything and can no longer get your third leg to work like it used to, you'd still be my super sexy superman. "I reply, and his mouth hangs open in disbelief, causing me to laugh harder.