Memories Lyrics Shawn Mendes Novels & Stories

🎼You are the only one made for me. 🎼 Can you feel my heart beat. 🎼There are too many memories, 🎼To be remembered. 🎼Look at the sky and count the stars, 🎼 That's how uncountable my love is for you. 🎼I can't exchange you,even for the meteors in the sky. 🎼I'm in love with you. 🎼Let me stay in your heart. 🎼No matter how it ends.

I didn't feel sad or angry. I took her hand. It was rough but warm. "Melinda, thank you. You've already helped me so much." She brushed away her tears with her other hand, her eyes holding emotions I couldn't make sense of. Quietly, she murmured, "It's probably better that you don't remember any of that."

Freedom "I am now chasing my happiness and I hope you'll chase yours too. Sorry for all the troubles that I made but I hope we can meet in the future when we finally achieved our dreams." I smiled again as I remembered the message that my fiancé sent me. Oh! It's now ex-fiancé since the engagement was off. Though, I didn't expect him to be this nice. How unfortunate I didn't see his face and know his name.

"Captain Ashby lost her memory. She insists the clinic caretaker, Dylan Foster, is her husband and refuses to come with us. But we've already contacted the army's top neurosurgeons. We can schedule her treatments as early as next week to help her remember you." The conversation was identical to the one from my previous life when I first found Eleanor Ashby. Only this time, the ecstatic joy and bitter resentment were gone, replaced by total serenity. I shook my head, declining the offer, and did two things afterward.

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.

I had tried to reach out to her through our bond so many times I thought I would shatter. Then it hit me, the memories. Snow was talking to Max in texts. I might be able to zoom in on her phone and get his number if I can recall the memories. I closed my eyes and sifted back through my mind at every memory I had of Snow when she was on her phone. Most of them were pointless and I couldn’t see her phone anyway, but one stood out.

"Why… can't I remember?" Ashton’s heart shattered anew. He leaned his forehead against hers, a gesture of intimacy that felt both achingly familiar and devastatingly foreign. Her skin was cool. He closed his eyes, inhaling the faint, buried scent of lavender beneath the grime, clinging to the ghost of the woman he knew. "I'm Ashton," he breathed, the name a vow, a plea. "And you… you're Novah. You're my heart. You're… everything." He pressed a kiss, feather-light, onto her dirty, bruised forehead. "And I will spend every breath I have helping you remember. Or…" His voice hitched, the prospect of her *never* remembering a fresh agony, "…helping you build new memories. Just… please. Stay. Let

Theme song - Can we kiss forever. (feat. Adriana Proenza) I tried to reach you, I can't hide How strong's the feeling when we dive I crossed the ocean of my mind My wounds are healing with the salt All my senses intensified Whenever you and I, we dive I crossed the ocean of my mind But in the end I drown You push me down, down All the shame When you call my name I felt pain When you came ❤Shanaya's point of view❤

"To rememb'r, the hath lost mem'ries, one might not but prepareth thy self to experience teen. For nay marchpanes, art hath called if 't be true there is nay sour " [To remember the lost memories, one must prepare thy self to experience pain. For no sweets are called if there is no sour.] **** When I woke up, it was late at night. Serena is in a deep slumber as if all she is having is a sweet and nice dream. I don't have the will to wake her up. Opening my phone, I saw tons of messages from Drake. 'Good day! Don't forget to have a smile on your face. You stun the most when you smile.'

taunted another. Closing my eyes, I tried to shut out their voices, focusing on my heartbeat and the pendant's rhythmic glow. Suddenly, amidst the overwhelming noise, a gentle memory surfaced — the sensation of Richard's lips brushing against mine during a stolen moment beneath the starlit sky. Using that memory as an anchor, I called out, "Richard, I'm here! I won't let them break me!" A moment later, warmth enveloped my hand. Richard, somehow managing to find me in the chaos, pulled me into a protective embrace, his touch a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.