Novel & Cerita Some Things Are Best Left Forgotten

It's true Jerry said that if we don't go, the past will always be there and continue to haunt us. It is true that forgetting is very difficult and difficult. But if we ourselves don't have the intention to forget about our own hard fall. At that time I thought that if I would fail, I would return to my country and catch up. Unfortunately the man who is currently with me always says. Black shadows should be left behind and let go, why remember if they hurt? Maybe just a memory that will never happen again, will never be repeated. And I just locked my past stories tightly in a heart that only God and I know.

He shrugged off "You can lose something much more expensive and important than your watch and wallet if you really forgot " I seriously thought again but my mind was a complete blur, I don't remember a single thing of what they are telling me to remember. "What is it?" I ask confused, watching their expressions going blank again. "Your life" he began, I was stunned for a moment "We discussed that you will go back to your house before your father's arrival after we did our work with Phillips" and my mouth hanged open in shock. How can I forget this? It's No doubt spending time with elie and old friends helps me to forget everything and only focus on enjoyment, that's a good thing but it can b

Forget me. Imagine you've never met me. Put me in the drawer of your memories—both the good and the bad. It doesn't matter the slightest. Ignore the existence of our story. You won't find anything extraordinary there anyway. See me as if I were a speck of dust. It's not very bad but what is it for? It ruins the landscape.

But I didn't know what i have said will back fire me someday. To be Continued.......... A/P "Sometimes we should take the things in a action just to remind Them their mistake ,Through action not through words only." ~A/N

“I always know you’re a strong girl. If you can handle a murderous psycho bitch back in high school, you can handle your ex being here.” Sometimes I forgot what had happened in Carlton High, the things with Ellie and Rosie, the complicated relationship I had had with Ashton and Joe. Those were things that I’d left behind when I stepped into New York. At least a dozen people would probably ask me, ’how can you forget something that horrible?’. Well, the thing about horrible experiences in life was that they would haunt you forever unless you let them go. It’d be best to take the lesson and forget about the event.

she reveals. "But his plan crumbled when he confessed his twisted love for you. Still, who's to say it couldn't have gone differently?" "His pestering will end, and you must cease your incessant pestering of us. Imagine holding a precious memory in your hand, one that you cherish dearly. Now picture yourself being forced to let go of it, to toss it aside as if it holds no worth. That's what it feels like when you're told to forget about past experiences and move on as if they never happened—"

"You know things about me...personal things?" "Well, I am not sure if that is personal when I always see you with a lot of people. Just trying to say, forgetting and choosing to bury your lost memory means taking away the people who mean a lot to you...people that make you who you really are, don't you think that is unfair to do...forgetting them?"

I was tempted to tell her the truth, but at this point, I felt like I was at a point of no return. “It is probably for the best.” Hayden whispered a minute later. “What do you mean?” I sit up straighter. “I mean, since you were hurt because of me, it is better that you don’t remember. I think it is for the best that I remain a forgotten memory.” Hayden turned to leave. Okay, well, that backfired. “Wait!”

As I sat there beside the pool where we'd spent so many wonderful days, my mind seemed bent on recollecting a lot of things that I had pushed away from my thoughts a long time ago. But why now? Why this sudden need to know the things that I had shied away from before? It's not like I could go back and change anything now, can I? I'd made such a mess of things that even I knew there was no going back. Shouldn't I just make the most of what I have?

Sometimes staying in the darkness is much better. While I was wiping the window full of dust, it was funny that there’s still a lot of it even though I clean this house every day. As if the world is telling me that no matter how much I clean, it will be the same tomorrow. I’m talking about my memories. If you forget them now, you’ll still try to forget them again tomorrow. But then, just like how you get used to wiping windows, you get used to forgetting everything. Just like how I forget to be happy whenever they come back, and forget to be sad whenever they leave me alone in this house. “Too dusty,” I sighed as I continued wiping the last window. I also forgot the guilt I always feel whene