Novel & Cerita Never Forgotten Poems

I wаntеd to memorise еасh аnd еvеrу lіnе so іt wоuld remain wіth mе forever. I tуреd out the poem, hanging іt оn mу notice bоаrd аѕ a соnѕtаnt rеmіndеr. Thаt even оn thе dаrkеѕt оf dауѕ, the words wоuld gіvе mе hоре that a love lіkе thаt dіd truly exist.

Anything less would be a disaster. _____________ -Fin-

She wrote on the board *FORGOTTEN* "More of Aria poems were on forgotten encounters and memories. You would be able to find books on Aria poems at the book stores. Buy it and read it. This will be the end of todays class." Mrs Becky ended the class. Students in the class wasted no time in getting up from their seats exiting the classroom, Britney and I inclusive. "You know that is kind of messed up, remembering you once had a friend you shared a bond with but not actually remembering who the friend is. I don't want to ever forget you Anastasia." Britney pouts sadly.

Like he's making sure I never forget. And I forget how to breathe. And I forget how to think. And I forget everything except him. Except us. Except this. Except forever. Except our future.

“Graham, will you be my child in our next life? “Give me a chance to make things right.” Furrowing my brows in dread, I hastened my pace into the light. No one could stop me from becoming a happy and mindless single-celled microorganism.

But in moments of profound grief, what else is there to say? "I'm trying to be," I managed, offering a smile so weak it was barely a ghost of an expression. Jessica's professional side emerged. "Are you feeling pain anywhere? Do you need anything?" "Please," I whispered. "Something to help me sleep, to help me forget. To just... stop feeling. For a little while." The word "forget" resonated deeply. What a beautiful, impossible concept. The irony was not lost on me. After all, I was a woman with incomplete memories, I've spent months trying to piece everything together yet today I wish to forget.

What a wonderful time that was. It was worth remembering for a lifetime.

It was hard to believe, after all this time, she still hadn’t learned anything. It seemed like what went around came around, and every wrong would eventually get repaid.

Perhaps, it’s impossible for her to forget about it in this lifetime even if she tried to because his leaving back despite her begging is still flashing in front of her eyes. “Did you remember the date?” Ralph asked in astonishment as he didn’t expect her to remember the exact time. How foolish of him to feel surprised about it? Of course she remembers it because only bad memories haunts us forever just like he was haunted by his mother’s death. “Never forgot.”

"Remember the Forgotten." The world dissolves. I am standing in a field of grey. Wolves surround me, their faces blank, their eyes empty. They are the Forgotten. "We remember you," I say. "We remember your names. Your faces. Your histories. You are not gone. You are not erased. You are remembered." The Forgotten weep. Their faces fill with color. Their eyes brighten. "You have saved us," one of them says. "You have brought us back." The ritual ends.