Novel & Cerita Memories Letter

My name is Meghan Trevor and I've got a story to share. Don't tell me I messed up after reading this cause I know I did. Some will say I should have waited, but I did wait. Others would say I should have waited longer, but 8 years was long enough. Here's my story.....

Hehe… Another reason was, because my memories seemed to vanish little by little. I’m afraid that one day, I wake up without any memories of you. I didn’t know about you, I forget about you. So, I need things to remind me of you. Even though maybe some day the goddess of fate will take all of my memories of you from my mind, my heart will remember it. Just like this letter, this book, this house, and Ben. I hope you find me in your next life. Once again, Thank you Kevin. I love you…

"I know I deserve no forgiveness, but please look at me one more time." The guests erupted in shock as the head of the Montclair family from Joville, a man known for being cold and noble, kneeled there perfectly upright. Calista took half a step back. "Theodore, don't do this." Theodore's Adam's apple bobbed. "I've written 300 love letters. They covered every day from the moment we first met, through our marriage, and then… to the days when I fell for you but was too afraid to admit it."

She carried the memories of the subtle signals with her—a memory of gentle warmth amid the rigid structures of her daily life. On her way home, she recalled every detail of the day. She remembered the way her heart leaped when Leon’s eyes met hers, even for a second. She remembered the soft murmur of conversations in the office and the steady rhythm of work that filled her hours. In each memory, that one small smile shone brightly like a beacon of hope. It was a reminder that even in the midst of the ordinary, there could be moments that felt extraordinary.

Nakita ko ang pag-tingin niya sa lalaking nasa gitna, hindi na ito tatanggi may pinuntirya na ang kaniyang mga mata. "Alam mo maganda yang naisip mo, anong oras ba?" Buti na lang at natigilan ko ang sarili ko kung hindi kanina pa ako humalakhak dito. Grabe din talaga ang isang ito. "Miss, at the back." Saway saamin ni Miss. Napatungo na lang ako nang ulo at nakinig na lang ng mabuti habang nag-susulat ng notes. Ang dami pa naman. At hindi dapat tatanga-tanga dito lalo na at huling year ko na 'to sa college, sunod mag-ga-graduate na ako!

You wouldn't even let me speak with you if I call Logan ANYA: Cos you don't deserve a second chance RICHARD: Did you read the letter? ANYA: Why would I? RICHARD: Well cos, it wasn't actually a letter (smiles and Anya looked at him) If you checked the envelope, I know you wouldn't be this annoyed cos it was our picture not a letter. You told me you hate letters, so why would I write one? (laughs at his words) ANYA: You ... remembered (looked at him with a soft face) RICHARD: Of course I do. I remember every moment we spent together

The doctor stated confidently. A sentence came into my mind that had me looking up at the doctor with wide eyes. "I know how to open up a door. You have to turn the door handle." I stated confidently. That's why the door handle giggled, it needed to be turned. "It's a door knob sweet heart. Not a handle." My father stated as he pressed his lips together. "Turn the door knob." I whispered as the words just came to me. "I can remember things." I rushed out with a smile. If they told me the words I would remember. They were inside my head. I could only assume it would take time for my memories to come back.

“I didn’t say in that way. Yet I think suffered amnesia. It’s better than suffering from trauma.” “Look, I don’t want you to say like such a fool. Behind the suffering of your trauma, there are still memories of the tip of a thumb that still lingers.” Mom took a deep breath. “You should be grateful that you still have us who love you for who you are.” “Uhm-uhm.” I’m bowing my head now. Mom glanced at Terrence and said that he had just received a letter from the principal of Miracle Academy. Terrence accepted the letter and thanked him. Terrence immediately opened the letter and read the contents carefully. While I could only look down under the sharp glance from Mom.

Dear Marcellus, This letter is one of the most difficult I have ever had to write. I have loved you for so long and the memories of the years we've spent together will remain in my heart forever. There are so many moments in our relationship that I will never forget. I remember when I was a young girl and you took me to the restroom. You stood guard outside the door, protecting me from any harm. That wonderful moment when I felt so safe and loved—was something that I will never forget.