Memories Letter Novels & Stories

"Not bad, but did I go too far?" he whispers to himself ten minutes later as he carefully folds the letter of his soft musing about his mother, along with some dark forbidden memories and carefully tapes it onto the jewelry case, but not before he gives it a moment or two of consideration that maybe he should just rip the letter up and bury his thoughts and memories forever. It would certainly be safer that way, but the wine has left him feeling both bold and reckless so he bravely tapes the letter to the box.

The memory of you will always be inside of me. I'm sorry, and thank you for existing and for reciprocating my love. I love you, always. Please don't wait for me. ~ OEL With shaky hands and my heart thumping madly in my chest that my body starts vibrating, I fling the letter away from me and burst into fresh tears. No one has ever hurt me like this before. And the letter, makes it all official that Max is never coming back.

Holly was so excited that her speech was a little incoherent, and she kept murmuring, “That’s great! That’s great! Your condition has not continued worsening! In fact, it has actually improved greatly. Your memory of yesterday is much clearer than mine. As for your previous memories, I believe that you will be able to slowly retrieve those memories. It doesn’t matter even if you can’t retrieve your memories, we can help you review them slowly. Since your current memory has improved greatly, you will definitely be able to retrieve and remember your past memories as long as we continue helping you review them!”

That sounded poetic. I continued, slowly, carefully. The letter spoke about memory, about the dance, about how real things don’t need constant tending to grow. About how sometimes we drift, but we always come back to what’s real. I wrote in curves and metaphors. Not needy. Not clingy. Grounded. I signed the bottom with Forever, J, and then reread it aloud, imagining his face as he opened it. Confused at first. Then thoughtful. His brow furrowing the way it always did when he was trying to solve a problem. Maybe he’d sit with it for a while. Let it sink in. Perhaps he’d feel that familiar pull.

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

Take care and God bless on your studies. Grace She looked at all the stuffs under her bed, she saw some old envelopes, and she read all of the letters. She knew it was her handwriting but she didn't remember to whom is she writing to. She started to panic, she read all of the letters she wrote about four years ago but she can't remember anything about those letters. She felt a liquid on her face that made her realized she's crying. She inspects all over her room and force herself to remember what she is doing four years ago. She kept on thinking to whom is she was writing to. She never mentioned any name on the letters she read and the only name that she wrote wasn't that clear. She was tryi

It was not just any letter like the one he had been sending to her for a while. It was a handwritten letter of their memories together. How did Leo, who is a businessman, think of something like that? It was so nice, and she did not want to acknowledge it. She could not and she will not acknowledge it.

The best memories Ah, summer break will be over in a little longer too, so Ah, the sun and moon get along So sad, so lonely, we had so many fights Inside the secret base that belonged to the two of us You and the end of summer and the drams of the future And our big hope, I won’t forget them I believe that we will meet in August 10 years later I knew that you screamed ‘thank you’ From the bottom of your heart till the very end A goodbye when you hold back your tears and smile Is lonely, isn’t it The best memories There’s nothing I can do About the sudden change of schools So, I’ll write a letter, I’ll call you, So please don’t forget about me Forever, inside the secret base that belonged to

I had been mated to Lizzy and Ashley had been acting desperate for us to stay together. There was another letter in the box but it was from my dad. This was the one and only letter that was from my dad to my mother in that box. At this point I had realised that although the memory box belonged to my mum, the memories inside it belonged to my dad. So everything in letter in here was from my mum to him, this was like his treasure box of his memories with mum. But why was this letter in here and not burnt with the rest of my mum’s things

"Things do." She looked at me for a long moment. "Can I ask you something?" she said. "Yes." "The letters. The ones you never sent." She paused carefully. "Do you remember writing them? Or are they still just documents to you?" I thought about that honestly. "Still documents," I said. "I know the handwriting is mine. I recognize the way I construct sentences. But I don't have the memory of sitting down and writing them." I paused. "What I have is the feeling of them. Reading them I understood exactly why that man wrote them and couldn't send them."