Remind Me Of Him Novels & Stories

His eyes never reached my face. There was no mistaking that look. I could see that without needing to interpret it. I refused to follow the memory any further. I'd seen in him once before, in a different context, this wasn't the moment to think about that night. Nothing obvious changed. If I hadn't known him, I might've missed it. But I knew it had simply even his breathing seemed to pause, that said *I see it* He'd remembered before I was ready for him to, without broadcasting anything further. I closed my fingers tighter around the cufflink. "It belongs to a night that should have stayed buried," I said.

“I believe we need to see each other sometimes. How about on your day off?” I nodded. “Sounds good.” “I think you need to have a checkup with me. Knowing that your memories haven't returned,” he said as I typed my contact number on his phone. “I think so. Especially now that I feel like I want to know everything.” “Don't worry, I'll help you.”

So why should I think about anything else? But talking about my dream actually reminds me of the many other characters that were present there. I work with someone, I remember how his smell, sweet like vanilla. But I can't remember his face clearly, I don't even remember his name. But what I remember clearly is that I ended up with him, and I was happy. Who is that man? Am I not going to meet him in this world? Will I meet him in another world? Or have I met him among my customers? Or pass it on the street I passed on the way home from work?

, he restated reminding her what she already knew. They were done with the call already and as he was about stepping out with his luggage, he remembered he was forgetting something. “Wait, oh…Clinton, I was supposed to call him”, he said in caution of the spirit of forgetfulness as he reached out for his phone to dial Clinton’s number. “Bro….sorry I called this late, a lot on my head”, he pleaded immediately Clinton answered the call. “It’s alright bro, I understand how it looks like. Hope you are all prepared and ready to come back to us?” he asked.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

Time of message: 3:05 pm Message 4: "I waited a long time to see you again. Can't you really remember me, Jez?" Time of message: 3:20 pm Wait! Have we met before? Only my close friends call me Jez. And he is correct, he is starting to be creepy. How did he know my nickname? He said he waited a long time to see me. Lance Mendez. Have I heard about that name before? I tried so hard to remember anything that can connect me to Lance but I cannot find anything. Who is he? How did he know me?

But his calling after so many years has most probably startled him. "Ohh great..... you do remember me....." There was mocking in his tone. "Why you called and what do you want...." He came straight to the point. There was a fear rising inside him. "Why I called and what I want... I will also tell you that, for that, you have to meet with me, these talk can't happen on the phone......my motive for calling you is to remind you of myself that if you forget me so you will be reminded that I have some relation with you..... and soon I will meet with you."

My few clothes didn't even fill half the racks, leaving wide, empty gaps. I reached for the hidden pocket at the bottom of my bag. My fingers brushed against the familiar texture, and I pulled it out. It was my sliver of wood. It was a simple, thin wooden rod. It wasn't decorated or special to look at. But as I held it, I felt my heart rate finally start to slow down. I called it my Reminder. I tucked it away on the top shelf, hidden behind a pile of sweaters. I needed it close. Because the Reminder was the only thing that kept my head clear. It was the only thing that kept me from forgetting who I really was and what men were capable of.

I have been burning in the flames of her memories and the sins I have committed in the past, while the reality is trying to prove something completely different to my beliefs. She doesn't even notice me, I don't know whether to be thankful for that or curse myself for not even being worthy of a single glance of recognition… They turn around to leave the venue, as the man announces something about how they are going to celebrate this win for her. This is when I first notice that the man who is walking with them is also familiar to me– I can bet that I have seen him somewhere, or know him somehow. But where!!? Pressing my knuckles hard against my temples, I try to get back the complete memory

Thought I wouldn’t notice. He was wrong. I would remind him exactly where he belonged. By my side.