Love Will Remember By Selena Gomez Novels & Stories

Samantha dialled a number and the person on the other end picked up. "Mom? this is Samantha. Mom, I know I cut off ties with you and dad, but I want you to know that I love you both so dearly. Even though I still want to be alone for some time without the both of you hovering above me, I don't want you to forget how much I love you both, don't forget that mom" Samantha said, then hung up the phone before her mother could say a word. She missed her parents, after witnessing the old man's death.

“Hey, Asher, maybe you should tune it down a little. I don’t want to carry you out of this place.” Asher heard him but ignored him. His feet pounded on the machine, sweat got into his eyes. He began to feel his lungs burn and his heart beating in overdrive. For a split second, his mind cleared as it focused on what was happening to his body, but then Asher discovered just how obsessed he was with a certain bartender. Despite it all, his mind wandered back to her, Mia. The woman he wanted. He could see her face in his mind, her eyes, her lips. He remembered the feel of her touch when she cleaned his wound. Damn.

and dialed Amol's number. " So you finally remembered me.." said Amon.. " Yeah I remembered you..but what about you..do you remember me..no you were so busy with your wife that you forgot to call me once after your marriage...at least I tried 3-4 times to call you but what about you ...you didn't take my call".. " don't worry bro...you will face same problem..and then I will tease you..as you are also going to get married to the most beautiful girl...." He said and laughed..

This was something stitched from fire and the ache of being forgotten. “I remember you because I loved you,” Selena said, voice low but firm. “Because you mattered. Not because you were meant to come back like this.” Her hands trembled as flame coiled along her fingers, unbidden. The fire didn’t want to hurt him—it wanted to join him.

Before I could react, I looked up and saw Jacob walking towards me with a girl. The person who had only existed in photographs suddenly appeared before me in the flesh. Lily looked even more delicate and lively than in her pictures, her pure white dress adding a touch of gentleness. She was exactly like the unattainable love I had imagined in my mind. I thought I had forgotten the pain of heartbreak, but at that moment, pain and resentment sprouted like vines. Kai, noticing something was off, turned his head and asked me, "Chloe, what's wrong?"

Valery said, “I can't believe that I explain anything to you last night, I can't even remember where I met you” Kelly said, “Is your girlfriend name not Lina?“ Valery asked, “You are right, but I can't remember anything that happened yesterday” Kelly said, and he was ashamed of himself, and he said, “I'm sorry” “It's okay, we are In the same situation, I was heartbroken, my sister snatch my fiancee on my wedding day, he followed my sister, and he said that he prefers my sister than me” Valery lied,

There was no blood, no sweat, just the man she had been longing for. She held that illusion tightly, tears slipping from the corner of her eyes. When she forced her eyes open, struggling through the haze, she found that the person sitting by the bed, holding her hand, was Jasper. Time became a blur. After finishing the last month of the so-called special medication, Giselle changed. Her memory grew increasingly disordered. Her reflexes slowed, like a puppet with its soul ripped out. Even her most trusted pride, her sense of smell as a perfumer, began to fade.

Yet forgetting to pick him up was just a small slip. The truth was, I had forgotten things far more important. The system warned me from the beginning: the second male lead would always remain in that position. Regardless of how much he loved me, his heart would never fully belong to an outsider forever. I hadn't believed it. I was so certain Theodore would love me for life that I made a bet with the system. If he stopped loving me, all our memories would vanish, and I would gradually sense my life slipping away, forced to stay conscious as I moved step by step toward my own demise.

"You think I can't, because I loved Selena first." I tried to look away, but he held me there. "It's true," I mumbled. "You always have." "I loved her," he corrected, his voice intense. "But I don't have those feelings anymore. What's left is memory. Respect. A little guilt. But it's not love. It doesn't burn me up inside. It doesn't make me want to be a better man just to be near her."