My Soul Chose To Forget You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hunter: "I know I'm stubborn But I changed when I looked at you You made me wiser As much as I try to run away I'm always led in your direction It seems like I let go everything As I held your hand." “I Forgot to Forget You – Mr Santana The plane lands on the ground as the intense Madrid sun helps ease the short winter days it has been having lately. I smooth out my suit, ready to get off the plane. I become twice as nervous.

Putting power into certain words of the song, Aqua fervently prayed that she could erase the memories of Dawn and herself from everyone in this pub after she left. “Forget me… just let it all go like the rain in the night and forget me. You’ll be better off, so please forget me…”

“You knew who Jude was to me and you let me be claimed by someone I didn’t even remember. Do you get that? You let them tie me to someone when I—when I didn’t even know who I was supposed to be to him.” “You begged me to forget,” Adrian said. He didn't look up when he said it. He spoke as if speaking were painful, as if he had been holding the words. “You chose him,” he added. “You just didn’t survive what came after.” I didn’t know what made me that I’d chosen Jude, or that something about it had broken me so badly I asked to forget it all. “No,” I whispered. “I wouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have wanted to forget—”

To his pure, gentle, and genuine smiles and his hand that reaches out, the person that I treasure in that instant, with his smile that promises one thing, in this life, “I will never be alone.” How could I forget? That boy these dreams, a dream, dream? Oh! Now I understand, that everything from this was a dream, and yes, this is a dream, a fragment of my memory, but how did I, forget? How could I forget those smiles? Why did I choose to forget? Why did I forget the first person who cured my heart and put a smile on it? Why did I choose to forget you? “Mike.”

I made the question clearer. She smiled while putting her fork and knife down “Well my parents left me and my baby sister this huge house. My baby sister went to varsity, she doesn’t come back home often and it’s lonely here. When I found you on the side of that road, I just felt that I needed to do something about it. Maybe you are supposed to be here for good and maybe you were brought by God here. So, until you are okay, I will be here for you even if you don’t remember I will be here” she explained, and the took back her fork and knife in silence.

Searching for another way. My gaze lifted to the Moon Goddess, desperate. She met my eyes, calm and unwavering, the light of galaxies trapped in her irises. No answers. No guidance. Just... the space to choose. My throat tightened. I took a shaky breath. “I choose to forget,” I whispered. “I’d rather lose it all than live with this torment.” Her expression softened, a slow, mournful smile curving her lips. “It is your choice, child,” she said gently.

"Cecelia Cervini, do you even have a heart?!" His voice cracked into a full-blown scream. And somehow, that grief clawed into me. My chest clenched. But he wasn't done. "It's fine. I forgive you. Just come home. We'll try again—have another kid. Start over." I shoved the weird ache aside and locked up tight. My voice came out cold. "I don't know you. I don't even get what you're saying." He gasped, eyes wide with panic. "I'm Oliver! How could you forget me?"

“You threatened to kill someone for looking at me.” He chuckled under his breath. “Sounds like me.” “But this?” I asked, placing my hand over his chest. “This time it’s a choice.” He leaned down, brushing his forehead against mine. “Then I choose you. Not because of the past. Not because of what we lost. But because even after forgetting everything… my soul still found you.” My throat tightened. I gripped his hand. “I choose you,” I whispered, “because I remember who I was before you. And I never want to be her again.”

My mother sat down beside me and, after a moment, asked, “Do you want to know who they were to you?” I shook my head. “If I forgot them, then I had my reasons,” I said softly. “I don’t want to drag any of it back.” She studied my face for a moment, then nodded. “All right,” she said. “Then we leave it where it is.” I thought that would be the end of it. The next morning, I pulled back the curtain and saw them again. Snow had fallen overnight. The courtyard below was white and still, and the three of them were kneeling in it, shoulders and hair dusted over, as if they had been there long enough for the cold to settle into their bones.